Sad Letter To Donald Trump Poem by lavia belle mafukaduvha

Dear trump
i am an African, a true African
if i was given a chance to die and rise again to choose different race
i would still choose to be black
i cant even use those powerful creams so they could change my colour
i am not obliged, even for a second to prove i need sympathy

you said 'the fact that we look like human beings doesn't make us one'
i say the fact that stagflation chose to make you reacher and made me poorer
that doesn't make you any percentage over 100 human.
we created indigenous history and you took it
we built your tallest buildings you today take claim of.
then you said a black man is a symbol of poverty, mental inferiority and emotional incompetence.
yes you can have the last word because you have a gun in your hand.

yes i don't know the ride of the flight but i know how to bungy jump
yes i don't know the ride of the car but i know how to walk
i might not travel all the countries like you do, but i know what family time means.

i don't let your money makes me feel complete we use barter trading, you created it, you should use it.