Poetry about Donald Trump

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.

Birth

“Mommy, what’s that noise?” I said. She paused the news and cocked her head.

At least

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

This goes out to Mr. Donald Trump, running for presidency,

"This Just In, The issues of society have made different varieties Of opinions, thoughts, and actions

Greed.

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