America – Poem on America

[America – Poem on America]

America - Poem on America

Old age has caught up on me

Where wisdom is patiently counting dawn

Who am I? Am I the person who bathed you, played with you and read you bed time stories until the wee hours of the night? Am I the person who coached you and supported you through your journey? Others see me as bitter and cold.

And ain’t I an American?

Who am I? Am I the one that cooked you dinner and cleaned the house while you were away? Am I the one that nursed you while you were sick? Am I the one who obeyed orders and completed good deeds? Others find me helpless.

And ain’t I an American?

Who am I? Was I your right hand man that made sure everything was in order? Was I the one who followed orders and went beyond call and duty? Was I the one who went beyond adversity? Others find my faults.

And ain’t I an American?

Who am I? Am I the one to respond to duty? It is my patraonage to follow and protect and test the waters while others can not. Others don’t respect this.

And ain’t I an American?

Who am I? Am I the one God made strong enough to follow in His path in this journey to be heard? I am an auntie. I am a child. I am a teacher. I am a soldier. I am a child of God.

And ain’t I an American?

I walk like I am disabled

There is a monkey on my back

I carry the load of intollerence

I may be used

I may be abused

I have been lied on

I have been beaten

I may be lonely

I may be saduced

And my prayers and dreams

Shattered the truth

But I am still here

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