47th President Poem: American Flags raised in Harlem, by Morenike Davis

American Flags raised in Harlem
I get down for the National Anthem
Closed my eyes after looking left to right
The Earth needed what I have inside
To fight for my dreams, keep the fears outside
We all get the chance to lift our name up high
To represent the people, no matter which side
To act mature, The power of the blind
Number 47, like a wrinkle in time
Inaugurated a pace, allowing mental notes for your marathon
America, the beautiful, Much Money is needed to survive
America, Be Great, keep your passions alive

America, Raise your flag!
Any Day, YOU can be chosen to shine!

America, Donald Trump is our President this time..

America is ME, Mor-ren-neek Day-vis.

Original Poetry by: Morenike Davis
http://www.youtube.com/@Ekinerom