Donald J Trump is the President

My President. I am terrified

I am scared to live under his patriarchal rule.

He screams MAGA: “Make America Great Again”,

I thought America was already great.

But apparently not great enough; a little too woman,

A little too black, A little too latino, A little too Asian,

A few too many immigrants. The pot

Has melted too much, there are too many colors,

Too many flavors, not enough white.

To “Make America Great Again” is to him as

“Make America 1950s Again” is to me.

I am not ready to fight for my freedom,

I am not ready for second hand textbooks, for

Whites-only bathrooms, for back-of-the-bus seats.

I wish I had the luxury to overlook

This President’s bigotry,

The luxury to shed my brown skin

For a brighter, whiter upgrade.

But I am black and he is still President,

And I am still doomed.

My mother woke me up this morning,

Tears filling her eyes. She was scared,

Scared for her little black daughter

In a country filled with Donald Trumps.