American

What is it
   that makes us put labels on ourselves?

Many of my friends are  Hispanic or Latino Americans 
 each might say they are the diverse cultured Americans,
  still holding on and speaking their native language.

A few of my friends are Black or Afro-Americans,
 few claim they are African Americans since they were born here,
  my best friend Tammy just says she's a proud black woman and she is.

Three or four Muslim, Islamic and Pakistanis, India Americans
  live across the street and are good neighbors
  but speak English American in my presence.

One or two are Native Americans, and native Hawaiians are relatives
 acquaintances proud and openly revealed
  while still embracing their history.

A neighbor is Chinese American, another Korean, Asian Americans
 who practice the customs of their land of origin
  with ceremonies and foods reminding them of home.

Some family members are from England, Brits,
  a few cousins are Danes, some from Norway and Sweden,
   they simply say, they are now Americans.

I am second generation Irish, Polish, Russian and a spritz Italian American,
  some might say a conglomerate, 
   well blended, a European, White American.

I don't see it that way, discarding the prefixes, whatever they be -

I am humble and proud to be me,  myself 
  an American 
   and that is enough to be proud of.

americaculturedevotionpridenarrative

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