47th President Poem: Dear 47th President, by Shadeara Hall

I’m Tired
Feeling wired
Who will hire
A lovely woman
Like mañana?
I’ll say nada
Not a got damn soul
Because the world is cold
Colder than ice
They can’t even give us free rice
Or, they just simple
Raise the price
The price of our homes
You see, that ain’t right
That’ll leave us going home at night
With no lights
No lights in my home
Because the government owns
Everything
But still, they must collect
Because all the government is,
Is walking debt
Why we got to pay when God gave us day?
Daylight to see
For daylight, we pray

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