ian singer

(2-20-93 / kansas city, missouri)

obama


This is for Barack Obama we don’t have to deal with bush any longer.

Obama has spread change to America and now it is the worlds time.
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  • Arabian Heart (11/15/2008 10:52:00 PM)

    The first black president
    Is the time we will forever live in
    so we can say to our children
    'We were there'
    Your expression towards Obama
    The first black president.

    A pride that will live forever in our hearts. What a prideful spirit. (Report) Reply

  • Maria Isabel Oropeza (11/5/2008 8:47:00 AM)

    Wooooo...!
    :)

    You know, just because some people don't like Obama, he is now our president and as Americans, we must learn to respect that. Lots of people think that just because there's freedom of speech, that they can bad-mouth every one and anything they don't like.

    I enjoy your poem and I hope that more Americans have an attitude such as yours.
    Be Different. Be You.
    Elizabeth
    Obama '08 (Report) Reply

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