Poetry about Donald Trump
The orange old man
that tried to make a ban
Is on his fourth wife
Yet he still has no life
This is not about the country, This is about being undocumented.
We cross the border Without knowing our own destiny.
Hey, did you hear about Zack?
He painted stripe n his back
He wanted tobe one of us
Then he traveled on a bus
I am who others tell me to be
I sit quietly
nod politely
I don't talk back
I don't say how I feel
They tell me some of my best pieces were written late night early mornings When the troubles from my past were annoying me like pants cr