It's our 100 day celebration,
America and me -
100 days ago, this nation
And I fell in love, so innocently.
Maybe it's the splotchy clothing pattern they call camo,
Maybe it's the way they shorten all their words, like “ammo,”
Or maybe it's the drawl and the music they've named “country”
Or the way they cannot pronounce my name and just call me “Lily.”
The boys all call me pretty and ask me where I'm from,
The girls seem confused and ask me why I've come
From Korea to the South,
But I thought it only proper to move from South to South.
(Some ask me if I'm from the North with a sense of disdain,
I didn't know they knew about communism and it's pain...)
I love their children most of all,
The little boys in that camo stuff
And the girls in pink and purple,
And if that's not enough,
The most beautiful little girls wear insects and animals on their dresses,
Butterflies and puppies, looking like little empresses.
America, today they gave me bunches of little hearts,
Today I remember the day I gave you my heart.
They said, “It's Valentine's Day, give a letter to your loved one,”
And so I'm writing to you, America, our romance is just begun.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
It's our 100 day celebration,
America and me -
100 days ago, this nation
And I fell in love, so innocently.
Maybe it's the splotchy clothing pattern they call camo,
Maybe it's the way they shorten all their words, like “ammo,”
Or maybe it's the drawl and the music they've named “country”
Or the way they cannot pronounce my name and just call me “Lily.”
The boys all call me pretty and ask me where I'm from,
The girls seem confused and ask me why I've come
From Korea to the South,
But I thought it only proper to move from South to South.
(Some ask me if I'm from the North with a sense of disdain,
I didn't know they knew about communism and it's pain...)
I love their children most of all,
The little boys in that camo stuff
And the girls in pink and purple,
And if that's not enough,
The most beautiful little girls wear insects and animals on their dresses,
Butterflies and puppies, looking like little empresses.
America, today they gave me bunches of little hearts,
Today I remember the day I gave you my heart.
They said, “It's Valentine's Day, give a letter to your loved one,”
And so I'm writing to you, America, our romance is just begun.