America the Half-breed

Born under two flags
The pride of my father
And also of my mother
I loved one as much as the other

What was in my heart
And on my sleeve
Was the same feeling
Because two flags began to weave

But I heard the whispers
My Father was different
When he spoke in native tongue
The melting pot became resistant

One day I began to look
At the sky and the ground
At a flag and at our skin
And I saw color all around

Then I read a book
And found what was true
For it seems my father
Is welcome too

I saw a race
Set apart for toil
This was not as written
And to this many were disloyal

I saw a land set apart for some
Along with the grand idea
Even though others too had roots
Stretched far across the sea

It became confusing
How a journey from afar
Could be a curse for some
But not for those under a privileged star

To be branded a foreigner
In your own land
Or to be scorned
Even when dragged by another’s hand

How could this be
That the best of all worlds
Could be pit against one another
As masters banished them to the fields

And now I see the smiles
For a young girl’s efforts
She does not look like me
But she stands o'er the ramparts

Her eyes reflect our nation
And yet what will she find
When the rockets red fade
Will she retain our pride?

America what do you see
Under the life giving tree
Is there only one flower
Or a garden longing to be free?

All who thirst for inalienable rights
Are citizens of this land
Let them be free to choose
Let them be free to stand

For it is written
That we are made in God’s image
And if all men are equal
Then a half-breed carries God’s message


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas

Much true in these verses though I might add that those who elect to choose and stand need to be Americans, first and foremost, as opposed to taking our culture and replacing it with the one they left behind. Good write! WB


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time2rite 4 years ago from Navarre, Fl, USA

Awesome, Suburban Poet! It is true that we are a melting pot in America. Many may choose to come here to become a citizen, most are born...we are all as citizens, entitled to our rights as such. Great peice!


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Teylina 4 years ago

One of your best, SP! Thanks for these thoughts and phrases!


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QudsiaP1 4 years ago

Passionate as always with a flavour of patriotism.


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Wayne - Thank you. I know what you are saying...

@time2rite - Thank you. Just trying to articulate what we are.

@Teylina - Thank you. It's the Olympics and I'm seeing the diversity of our team.

@Qudsia - Thank you for commenting. I wrote it after seeing a young black girl take the all-around gold medal in Gymastics for the US.

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