Poetry about Donald Trump
I’m speechless but I must write.
it's usually an exciting time to vote letting voices be heard by casting votes
I have both found myself and lost myself in a year. I found myself in performing.
Here is a list of things I am afraid of. I’m afraid of bugs where there should not be bugs.
“Mommy, what’s that noise?” I said. She paused the news and cocked her head.
When the bad days come And life is not fair At least it's better Than Donald Trump's hair
I’m more than the stereotype that comes along with my skin color Yes I can speak English and no I