I am an American

I am a woman with no country.

Bring me your poor, your weary
Teeming masses come
Stand on coveted soil
Sought for its flexibility
Once it was my own
Now crowded and shaped
Resembling places I have never known

I have no native tongue.

For I am forced to learn
To speak the language of the Others
They can not talk to me
And I must bend to fit the mold
That they are in.

It is as though my country
Has turned its back on me
Because I am not p.c.
Our borders invite difficulty,
Defeat, despair, strife
Eden no more
And shed no tear for me
Hard-hearted forever
I may be

To have a thought all my own
No censorhip inside a man
And Hitler falls in anger

I am an American
My creed to accomodate at all cost
My moral law is fluid
I am open-minded and free
I will not judge you
Freely judge me

Indeed peace has not come in this age
War of Worlds for true
Is yet to come
Fear I do not know
For this event
Only anticipation and hope

When all striving ceases
Alien no more
Bully no longer
Home, forever
With language all my own
Clever sand and stone made just for me.

I am an American
I have no home country.