Poetry about Donald Trump

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
   Your skin gets you promoted My skin gets me deported
My President is Me. That means that he black. That orange dude that y'all elected? Man, he wack.
Many voices cry out in agony, Many voices are left out. Many voices are heard in the outrage,
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
People were buzzing Did you hear, did you hear what he said   They were tweeting 
Do we trust him NO Do we like him NO Is he safe controlling the country NO

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