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Liberty Take Her Hand a poem I wrote for President Trump
I hear the cries of the people, I feel Lady Liberty as she extends her hand to me
The Lady she needs help as she is all amuck and stuck in a very bad situation
She is in pain, she really needs help in standing strong, the way she used to be
I captured the highest office in the land, her healing has already begun.
 
The lady bleeds from a wound so very deep, I dedicate my life to her people and the Lady that needs to be healed
Through her wound, there is terrorism, death, and killing on our shores
She is not wealthy, any more, poverty runs rampant as she usually silently cries, alone unable to be healed
I hear her silence, I feel her years, she wants to be the way she was, the way she was before.
 
I am the next commander and chief, it is my duty as an American, to help the Lady stop the bleed
To bring back the respect, that she solely deserves
I hear her painful cries and this I must take heed
All her wounds, I must help her, from this I will never swerve
 
The Lady bleeds, releasing Isis, disrespect to our protectors,poverty, from her gushes all things that cause depression and dismay
The unknown of something, she is very sick and most of us are to blame
Taking her for granted, until now, her cries falling on deaf ears, I am proud to take her hand without delay
Helping her in any way I can, for her to have her greatness, I think for this all Americans are game.
 
Out of everyone in our country, seems the voices cried out directly to me
My conscience, I had to comply, I love the Lady and no longer want her to cry
I will stand with her, from her I will never flee
Being politically correct this is why the Lady( if we don't do something) the Lady will eventually die.
 
Soon I will be in charge, and we can all stand together to make the Lady great once more
On Lady Liberty, no more on her will garbage and fake news on her be dumped
Together hand in hand, we will face what lies in store
Hear the voices of the people as they remain leery of the future, but now no need to be afraid you elected me President Donald J. Trump.
 
 
 
 
 
 Lanaia Lee
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author Lanaia Lee here says hi
Lanaia Lee Lanaia Lee was born in 1957 to a Navy father and a schoolteacher mother who home-schooled her. In second grade, she was reading on a 4th grade level, so they moved her to a private school to enhance her education.  When she was nine years old, her mother died from a massive stroke. Because her father was rarely home, her grandmother, a professed black witch, gained custody.
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Lanaia Lee was born in 1957 to a Navy father and a schoolteacher mother who home-schooled her. In second grade, she was reading on a 4th grade level, so they moved her to a private school to enhance her education.



When she was nine years old, her mother died from a massive stroke. Because her father was rarely home, her grandmother, a professed black witch, gained custody.

When Lanaia was 14, her grandmother abandoned her, and she landed in foster care where she had four different sets of foster parents within a year, because she kept running away to avoid men who attempted to molest her.  At age fifteen, she went to boarding school on her dad's GI Bill. She graduated in her junior year after which she drifted, living with various people with neither a family nor a home. At eighteen, she married and divorced having three miscarriages. By nineteen, she began working in management for convenient stores and restaurant chains.



She remarried at age 30, then had a stillborn daughter a year later. Five years later, her husband left her for a seventeen-year-old. She filed bankruptcy, and one month later suffered a massive stroke, which, after seven months in the hospital, put her in a wheelchair.



The next two years involved intensive physical therapy, but she would never walk again. She took the step of finding work to help her rehabilitation. She found employment at vocational trades where she met my soul mate, David, also in a wheelchair from a motorcycle wreck he sustained in 1984. They married in 1992 and are still happily married.



They, too, lost two children due to her disease, erratic hypertension. She and her husband live independently, and she still drives.



In 2001, David dared her to write a poem. Out of curiosity, she posted it in an online poetry forum. The feedback was so positive, she kept writing. At first, she wrote just poems, then short stories and finally novels. All of her work is typed one-handed because of her disabilities.



Lanaia gives credit to the grace of God which has helped her overcome immense adversity, hold her head high, and she claims she won’t quit until she hits the best seller list.
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