I Wear Glasses

America.

It's all I've ever known.

Except some bordering mexican cities, this is my home.

 

But home isn't always your safe place. Home can mean arguments and separation.

Home is merely what you come to at the end of a vacation.

What can we, I, say of America?

Thanks for the freedom, thanks for the frustration. 

Thanks for the violence, fast food, and discrimination. 

Thanks for our founding fathers, if not for their delegation,

we wouldn't be sitting here feeling inferior to white men. 

 

I'm grateful. 

It might not sound like it, but I'm grateful.

I'm grateful that I can wake up in a bed and eat a good breakfast. 

 

But being grateful doesn't impede my fight towards greater things. 

It also doesn't mean I'm ignoring my phone every time it dings. 

I'm a teen, not a psycho. 

It means I have the strength to conquer anything.

It means I believe our generation can cause an upswing.

That "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter", in the words of Dr. King.

A guess a lot of us will meet their fate sooner than expected.

 

There are many things my country can improve in.

And there are many things it is doing great. 

It's not my job to sit and scrutinize.

Lord knows that seat's been filled a thousand times over. 

 

My job is to encourage and empower.

To make a difference. 

Let's make America great,

for the first time.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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