A Valentine for Donald Trump

A deep burn, 

An ember in my chest.

You left me, a witch on a stake,

Crackling.

 

An ember in my chest,

a boiling river, a waterfall of steam.

Crackling

The rage suits me.

 

A boiling river, a waterfall of steam.

My hair has turned to flame. 

The rage suits me.

A woman scorned, a fire born.

 

My hair has turned to flame.

You left me, a witch on a stake.

A woman scorned, a fire born.

A deep burn. 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

Comments

afroboho

This poem is amazing!

CH

:D

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