Poetry about Donald Trump
I’m speechless but I must write.
"Oh my gawd,had you seen her outfit...."
I roll my eyes.
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
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