Dear Donald

Dear Donald, Were you always like this? There must have been a time when you were like me, believed that most people are good at heart. That humans have a natural instinct to help other people. It seems you’ve gotten off track... or do I need to get on track? I know this world is harsh, but I really didn’t think people were all for themselves. Maybe you gotta be. I’ve questioned a lot the past few years and gone through things that made me rethink the very deep moral code that was instilled in me at a young age. I had to believe that good people are abundant and bad people are just good ones who probably got burned one too many times. Is it human nature to be resilient and roll with the punches? Or is it smarter to protect yourself no matter the cost and no matter how far down it pushes down as stranger? I wonder how far I’ll get on merely kindness and forgiveness. Sometimes I get angry at those who’ve oppressed me and want to oppress anyone who could be a threat to my happiness by simply caring only about what I need. Survival of the fittest has shaped our planet, has it not? But every time I show no mercy, I hear a voice in my head. It’s an instinct more powerful than the love of power itself. It’s subconscious sometimes and I feel the effects in ways I can’t describe, but I feel it take priority in every decision I make. Maybe it’s love, or grace, or altruism. It’s a knowing deep down the difference between the cheap easy and ultimately wrong way to act and the good and right thing to do.

My intuition told me that you are the best candidate the first time you showed on the public for the Presidential campaign. You are deemed to be different from other former U.S. presidents if you would be, as I thought then.

You have made me realize how much can happen in little over a year. I've certainly learned a lot and you have not even entered the second half of your Presidential term at the time that I write this. It doesn’t feel like it’s been a year, it feels more like it has been ten.

It was bad enough that the election was stolen from the rightful winner, but Hillary made mistakes too. She got cocky and figured she had it in the bag and could help the down ticket. What’s worse is you told us that the election was rigged and your followers blew up thinking you meant that it was in favor of Hillary. “But her emails” followed every argument against her becoming President. Apparently, we were supposed to just forget that one ex-wife accused you of rape and that you lied and insulted your way to the Republican nomination. That’s just another day in the world of Donald J Trump, right?

Dear Donald, I’ve been putting off writing you this. I’ve been waiting for you to come around, but by now I’ve realized, that isn’t going to happen. And honestly that hurts me.

Many people have their different opinions on President Donald J. Trump. Some believe that he is a monster for securing our borders or for refusing to acknowledge gay pride month. Some believe that he is improving this country more and more with every passing moment. Whatever their opinions may be, President Trump keeps standing for what he believes in, and he is doing everything he can to make this country the best it can be. As for my opinions, here is what I would like for my president to know:

Dear Donald Trump, Your hate towards people who are different... it works like a virus. It spreads across the population and attacks the host. The virus you have created has made its way to Canada and now I am seeing the world change before my very own eyes.

Dear Mr. Trump, Hello, sir. My name is Courtney. I am a 15-year-old high school student with a love for the things that I do. Those things include dance, writing, art, and helping other people. I'm sure you can relate to me by also wanting to help other people.

Dear Donald, I would like to know how well you know your history, specifically of pop culture. I ask because the world of pop culture—especially music—has always reflected on politicians’ effects on society. And, honestly, I think you probably already set the bar for yourself back in your "glory days" of entrepreneurship, when you first began to turn into a pig.