Melania Trump's receipt of the EB-1 "Einstein visa"—a U.S. immigration path 
meant for individuals with extraordinary ability—sparked widespread controversy, 
as critics questioned how a former model with no scientific, academic, or 
artistic acclaim qualified while countless highly accomplished immigrants are rejected. The case underscores how privilege, connections, and whiteness can 
warp merit-based systems, granting elite access to the few while others face 
walls, cages, and deportation.

She struck a pose, and that sufficed—
While others begged, were fingerprinted, iced.
A model’s gloss became her shield,
The kind the desperate never yield.

No patents hung, no journal name,
No code, no lab, no fighter’s flame—
Yet somehow, gates swung open wide,
While families wept and children died.

She claimed a prize meant for the few,
While fathers sat in cells and knew
Their only crime was hope and skin,
And not the bed the model’s in.

Her husband spits on “foreign flood,”
Then bathes in immigrant-born blood.
He mocks their names, their tongues, their pain,
But traced his line from boats and shame.

He jailed the ones who dared to dream,
Then built his life on one regime:
One law for him and one for those
Whose birthright wasn’t silk and rose.

He bans the brown, the veiled, the poor,
Then brands her name on every door.
“Exceptional,” the form declared—
While doctors wept, and hope was spared.

So call it what it is: A LIE.
A rigged award for breasts and thigh.
No Einstein needed to deduce:
The ladder breaks for all but use.