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Aug 2012
Black American.
I chosed not to be.
White American.
That still isn't me.
Just  An American.
Call me that will pride.
Because, I'm in the home of the free.

Sure, my country is deep in hostility.
Because all wants to claim their place.
But when it comes to being just one.
Then, being American bring that message home.

All nationality do exist here.
And we have a honorable slogan.
On the Statue of Liberty.

We might bleed red blood on the inside.
But we also bleed red, white and blue.
With patriotic pride.

Others might wants to attack us.
Just because they can.
Still, we Americans can state with truth.
That America's a free land.

No kings.
No Sultans or dictators in placed.
Just a president with his first lady by his side.
Guiding a great country down through the times.
With honorable troops.
Ready to defend us anytime.


And, we just Americans.
Living in a promising land.
Giving chances to others to come here and succeed.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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