Nataleah and the Nation: Dear Donald

Nataleah Small

 

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Dear Mr. Trump,

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When I was a child I heard about the American dream

If I tried hard enough I could win the presidency

All I would have to do is believe and shoot for the stars

Anything is possible, “Kid, you’ll go far!”

 

But I didn’t have a million-dollar loan

My family has never been invited to the President’s home

I didn’t attend military school

And I don’t have a golden toilet or an indoor pool

 

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But on November 8th I’ll have a choice to make

Either vote for a businessman or the former Secretary of State

Here’s the funny thing about living in a democratic republic

Every four years the nation’s power is in the hands of the public

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I and 300 million others will be able to cast a vote

To elect a brand new POTUS with a white, religious VP in tote

Since this monumental decision is just a few weeks away

My dear, Mr. Donald, I have a few choice words to say

 

This nation was founded by an immigrant lot

But you’d like to tell us that they’re taking our jobs

Look out for the rapists and murderers with dark skin

You label an entire culture a threat from within

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Blaming hard-working brothers and sisters for imaginary sins

Round up the illegals and send them to the port

Forget about their monumental contributions as you give the order to deport

 

And what about ISIS? Is more war really a strategy?

You’re prodding an angry bear

Wouldn’t thousands more dead make this an even bigger tragedy?

 

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It’s a complicated situation that we’re dealing with

I don’t feel safe handing nuke launch codes to an angry behemoth

Better take a moment and think before blowing a nuclear kiss

A third world war is one I would prefer to miss

 

And your thoughts on women: whores, bitches, pigs and slobs

If pregnancy is such an inconvenience, take that up with your mother and God

The former Miss Universe had the right to second helpings after claiming her throne

You had no right to forbid her from going to the gym alone

 

 

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What about the pageants with tall, blonde, beautiful women?

Miss Universe, Miss America, Miss Patriarchal System

It’s one thing to hand out grants and university scholarships

It’s quite another to gawk at the curvy size six

 

And you’ve called Hillary a liar and a cheat

Her email scandal was bad, but you’ve got a plethora of injustices to beat

Failed to pay your workers the wages they were due

Falsehood and corruption, no wonder spray tan orange looks so good on you

 

 

 

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You call yourself a genius of business, a golden god in the clouds

You talk a big game but your actions are too loud

Trump Vodka, Trump Steak, Trump University, Trump Tower

Are you trying to corner all the markets and declare yourself a global superpower?

 

What about the failures and the near-billion-dollar write-off?

What a smug little smile, you really need to wipe off

Most Americans are living from paycheck to paycheck each day

Heads will roll when they hear about the taxes you avoided to pay

 

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Mr. Trump maybe my words have been too hard

Should I tone down my rhetoric before you call in the guard?

Will I be like the others who protest at your rallies?

You kick them out for exercising free speech and always keep a tally

 

 

 

 

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But maybe there is a silver lining to this cloud

If a man like you who is so pompous and proud

Can win over half a nation with taunts and jeers

While filling the other half with rage and tears

 

Maybe, the American dream will work for me

I too can use my words to run for office, eventually

This election season will be a testimony to all the other students

The system may be corrupt but we are duty bound to make improvements

 

So, Mr. Trump, although I will not vote for you to become President

To be perfectly honest, you epitomize all the things I resent

If you can do it, then maybe too can I

But never in a million would I utilize your tactics and lies

 

America is a complicated nation

No wonder we are in this current situation

But if democracy works for one it works for all

The pot is boiling over, the cradle is about to fall

 

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So, Mr. Trump, although I will not vote for you to become President

To be perfectly honest, you epitomize all the things I resent

If you can do it, then maybe too can I

But never in a million would I utilize your tactics and lies

 

America is a complicated nation

No wonder we are in this current situation

But if democracy works for one it works for all

The pot is boiling over, the cradle is about to fall

 

The nation will have to live with whoever wins this election

But the unhappiest people might resort to deflection

Grand Old Canada might gain a surge in their populous

But I will stay grounded and put my faith in the process

 

Even if a man like you has the potential to win

Freedom, justice, and equality is still this nation’s base, our foundation

We’re still struggling with injustice inside the house

But instead of running away I will stand up and shout

 

I keep my hope in better years to come

Sure as the moon sets so rises the sun

On November 8th I will exercise my chance to vote

If you do win, know you will have a heavy burden to tote

 

Respectfully yours, I hope you do not win

But to hold back and refrain from the process to me, would be the worse sin

 

Collegian writer Nataleah Small can be reached at blogs@collegian.com or on Twitter @NataleahJoy.