My Home
America is my home, and I will
always believe in her.
Is she perfect? Of course not.
Healing needs to come to all
of her inhabitants.
I want her to reach her fullest
potential and be healthy and
strong.
America has several faces
and different races.
We must stand together as one
to live in perfect harmony.
Not focusing on the color of
our skin, being left or right,
male or female, or religious
beliefs.Allows healing to take
place. What do we all have in
common besides being human?
We all are the faces of this great
nation.
If she is broken, she's not beyond
repair.
I believe in her and all of her
inhabitants,
I have hope in her and she will
prevail.
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2021
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