Poetry about Donald Trump
Dear God
Why do you let me down?
I pray and pray, yet I still frown.
Is it something wrong with me?
I refuse to be the next crazy person on the back end of your jokes
I know you were talking about me but you didn't know
We live in an America where people would rather see a black man shot dead than take a knee.
Dear Donald Trump,
The world does not revolve around you. Immigrants are people too. Women are not
The dark gray graphite snapped
Against my freshly torn notebook paper