My America

My America

My America is not perfect.

I’m not perfect either.

But the both of us,

Are hard working.

Willing to learn.


We both have strengths immeasurable.

Weaknesses we are willing to address.

For all of the good deeds in our histories,

We both have failings as well.

We have both taken chances,

And we have both given chances.

We have forgiven others,

And have accepted forgiveness for our own transgressions.

And we both desire

To persevere to a higher standard of ourselves.

No matter what I do,

No matter what my country does,

We both know the truth

Of not being able to please everyone.

I am loved


I am hated


And my America.