Dear Mr. President,
You exist, as if the world needed more hate. When you speak we cringe, those of us you speak against. We don’t need you to make us great. We are already great. We do the things you cannot do. Build lives out of nothing. We don’t need a million dollar loan to create a life of our own. Our skin is not as accepted as yours but still we live life in love.I wonder did your mama not love you? Is that why you only know about building walls? Did she criticise like the media? Is that why you can’t handle it? Is that why you don’t respect women? So many questions I have but you would just kick me out like the time you kicked out that reporter or that black women shoved in a crowd. Your followers may want to see the strong man you claim to be. But I see how desperately you want to embody Alexander “the great.” You can say nothing and people will cheer but that’s all you know how to say. I have never heard you articulate words or conjure ideas. I have only heard a weak man raise his voice. I don’t understand how you’re not embarrassed but it makes sense since being on reality tv requires one to have no shame. You make people afraid to be themselves. You make people cry themselves to sleep. And then you just tweet. You can’t unite us in 140 characters. You can’t grab us by the pussy. You can’t make us register our religion. You can’t make us great. You may be my president but you’re not my leader.