Julia Montero Poet Quatrain

I Miss America

I miss America 

And I’ve never been there 

It may seem impossible 

Nothing but an affair 

 

I miss America 

And that colorful flag 

The girl from Pennsylvania 

Past full of sweat and blood 

 

I miss America 

White and black skin, 

Dominant race or just a sin 

But still loving the dream it means 

 

I miss America 

Young, wild, magnificent New World 

A stolen country from those who saw it born 

Mohawk or Cherokee, savages 

For the ones who don’t understand 

 

I miss America 

At least the idea of it 

Like Sinatra I’ll do it in my way 

The day we can finally meet

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