MAGA

MAGA

A Poem by Caroline Grimm
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We aren't making America great again.

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Make America great again are words i'm starting to see more often. 
To me those words are the nails in the coffin. 
As a kid this makes things hard. 
Why does the president hold the card? 
Why as a woman am I deprived of my rights? 
As a gay why am I a target of these fights? 
So much for united. 
Why can't words like women or multicultural be cited? 
We are supposed to be moving forward not back. 
What as people exactly do we lack? 
As a kid the education system is getting worse. 
Why are we the victims of a unneeded curse? 
"We're going to make America great again." 
when. 
Things are getting so bad I can barely lift my pen. 
The pen that writes about all the words that I feel confine society in this invisible pen we call so great. 
In a country where we are far from deciding our own fate. 
Since when was things like rape and sexism okay? 
When exactly did all morals become grey? 
Why do you make us look like the clowns. 
With our gigantic frowns. 
We are being denied our unalienable rights. 
All for some stupid leader who want to watch us fight, all for some s****y thing he thinks is right. 
Where is our life, liberty, and our pursuit of happiness? 
Like most people being left out made me curious. 
You're being strict with who you recruit for the army. 
While also wondering why we don't want to fight in said army. 
That's because no one wants to fight for a country that hides the truth with the word freedom. 
When some may argue there is no freedom. 
I feel like i'm in shackles. 
While your fireworks continue their crackles. 
I'm stuck and clueless. 
My skin and color left hueless. 
Sure im white. 
But that doesn't mean I think this is right. 
I will fight for the rights of my friends
and for a world where freedom never ends
...with race
Because nothing can be determined by the color of a face.
How can our country recover?
From the sexism and racism that may hover. 
As a gay im left out.
As a woman im forced to shout.
But no one listens.
As a kid i'm locked in this prison.
I can't have a voice.
And I don't have a choice.
So why am I here?
Why make me live in fear?

© 2025 Caroline Grimm


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History is a process of different movements, some seemingly forward, others seemingly backward. Currently, we seem to be receding. But nothing lasts forever, and all is governed by change. This too will pass.

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You are asking all the right questions; sadly no one is listening.
Powerful piece of writing.


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Added on April 18, 2025
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Caroline Grimm
Caroline Grimm

Seguin, TX



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Im a poet, photographer, artist, and I'm trying to write a few books, I'm emo/goth, and have multiple mental disorders, sometimes life just gets hard and writing is a relief. Huge fan of gory works so.. more..

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