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Monica Alexander Poem
I vote every election;
Wonder if my voice is ever heard.
I served in the services;
Sometimes my treatment was absurd.
I pay my bills on time,
And I abide the law.
Seems sometimes being an American minority
Is the major flaw.
I still lift my pride,
and my head high.
I fly the Eagle's colors
Every Fourth of July.
I was born in this place
Called the "Land of the Free",
Seems sometimes being an American minority
Is all I can be.
I will be a citizen here
Until the day I die.
I give allegiance
Every single day I rise.
I salute the soldiers,
Because I hear "Reveille";
Seems sometimes being an American minority
Is as American as me.
Copyright © Monica Alexander | Year Posted 2007
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Monica Alexander Poem
Search for not the roads I've travelled,
But meet me at the crossroads.
Don't ask me where I am going,
Because I can only tell you where I've been.
If you look down your own path
And can't see your journey's end,
I guess that's a good thing;
Because there's a possibility
We may see each other again.
Copyright © Monica Alexander | Year Posted 2007
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