Poetry about Donald Trump

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
Apply. Cry. Repeat.   Apply. Cry. Repeat.   Applying to college,
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit.
Apply. Cry. Repeat.   Apply. Cry. Repeat.   Applying to college,
Every cell in my body will be replaced within seven years
A man. A man with an orange complexion.  One who has changed how many lives are lived in our country.
This is to America
  By Stanley Collymore   I’m not obsessed with life as the vast majority of you out there

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