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Conflicting

Donald Trump's presidency

Is one of the greatest achievements in art I have ever experienced

And Trump is a true artist

He takes words from the page

Like corruption, disenfranchisement, xenophobia

And brings them to life

Highlighting fear and paranoia so clearly

Contrasting the blacks and whites

Emphasizing anger

While reminding us we're mere infants

In the digital age

And warning us of our seniority

And capitalism's

 

We all like to think life has meaning

Until we hit an animal with our car

Then that's just the way things are

And I'm staring at an absurdist painting

Of a child driving a car

Through a herd of sheep

As I watch a heist film

Where the robbers turn their guns over

To the mentally unstable guy in the group

 

Trump is a national artist

Placing riots on the map

And drawing infernos on the Internet

His art forces an opinion

Everybody has something to say about him

And it's all true

Even the pages he ripped from his own cabinet

Tried to villainize him in their script

But he was already an anti-hero

The humor is that the mud slung onto him

Is dirt kicked up from his own tires

I guess if you surround yourself with hateful people

You're surrounding yourself with people who probably hate you

 

Trump's art is deeply conflicting

He reminds me of the people who want me to live in shame

Yet he embodies the individuality that separates me from that shame

His insecurities remind me of myself

High school is the White House in the eyes of a kid

And I had secrets I wanted to share

But felt I couldn't

I learned things

That changed my entire perspective

And didn't think people would understand

Afraid of being assaulted for my indiscretions

I hid behind a boisterous personality

And a nonchalant attitude

Trump's art evokes sympathy and hatred that feels so strong

When he holds a mirror defining our worst qualities

To a man viscerally opposed to his own reflection

The confliction of emotions

Is the hallmark of great art

 

We are all artists

The lines we write or the strokes we brush

Are in our actions

And Trump's canvas displays

A life filled with accomplishment

Inspiring me to live my own life

But I still wake up in cold sweats

From the American dream

That anybody can be president

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andrew-rueter
30 / M / Kentucky
Published
Sep 29, 2017
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