Poetry about Donald Trump
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
Art has opened my eyes Asleep and un-aware Control was an illusion A year went by Now 2017
She woke up in a still world. Something felt off and cold. She turned on the news.
I scream not only because I am angry not only because I am afraid I scream