Poetry about Donald Trump

Do we trust him NO Do we like him NO Is he safe controlling the country NO
We need to unite as a nation
  You know what grinds my gears I have a little brother who I must force to comprehend the fact that in this day and age BLACK LIVES DONT
It’s Not About Me Melissa Bruno-Piverger  
2016 was a bit of a revelation 
I have never know what it's felt like to be heartbroken 
Our Cinderella Story Was Coming To An End I Told Myself, Trying Not To Cry. A Day I Knew Was Coming, 
Looking in a mirror I see myself a year ago from today, Different Hair, different nail color, different clothes
A radical Oompa Loompa or a Wealthy little liar… Ah I can’t decide; I think my brain is on fire!
They Thought They Could Trust   When my dog Henry runs to me, leaps over my legs

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