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Poetry about Donald Trump

Dread is his main trait. Obtain is what he wants to do with America. Not is what he tells anything.
Roses are red, Violets are blue, You know I hate, Donald Trump too. Roses are red, He wears a wig,
Roses are Red My shoes are blue you smell like pee your son do to your breathe hot like the sun you better run cause i got my gun and i a
   Your skin gets you promoted My skin gets me deported
                                                              Your skin gets you promoted
Many voices cry out in agony, Many voices are left out. Many voices are heard in the outrage,
My President is Me. That means that he black. That orange dude that y'all elected? Man, he wack.
Now who am I to say that I am learned beyond my years In time and blood  the holy flood
Free That was The promise Graduation Brought to the table Freedom to be myself
As I look back this past year At my old reflection I see a girl who was worried about what others thought of  her

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