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Dec 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Let me get this straight
There are some things I hate
But at any rate
I feel the need to state
That I love America
Despite her checked past
And I want America to forever last

I love America
And I’m not ashamed
Of pointing out her shortcomings
Some I’ve even named
But I can’t think of another country
That even can compare
Or offer me the freedoms
That I enjoy right here

I love America
That’s not a euphemism
Yet that doesn’t mean
It’s beyond all criticism
When viewed under a microscope
You see a certain prism
That elucidates all of our
Schism as well as glaring isms

I love America
But I often wonder
Does she love me
Judging by
How I am treated
And the things I see
I love America
But I can’t just let her be













Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2015.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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