Poetry about Donald Trump
They Thought They Could Trust When my dog Henry runs to me, leaps over my legs
Art has opened my eyes Asleep and un-aware Control was an illusion A year went by Now 2017
This past year I reflect that event Where our new president-elect Became Donald Trump.
She woke up in a still world. Something felt off and cold. She turned on the news.
I scream not only because I am angry not only because I am afraid I scream
I used to be that kind of person, who got 15-30 minutes late to school. But now I have changed that because attendance can get me into a
Now once upon a time not long ago
Typing was easy -- Writing was hard. What then was the point of the words If there lay no meaning behind them?
I am Mexican-American, I am one of you I was born and raised here, like many of you too