There is a human of spirit and of soul
A human of integrity and pride
One of great morals and of value I am told.
One of character and of integrity
Although no specific race is inside.

Some ancestors who were slaves
Still wear their chains.
Waiting for their freedom
From the stagnated minds
Of those who claim they rescued me.
I am an American.

All may be free to participate
But some are enslaved
By their barbed wired fate.
Some laid down their lives
For this country to be made.
I am an American.

Some ancestors who were white
Fought in this countys revolution.
They laboured in tents
Their families without food
They had hard times yet they stood.
I am an American.

Who confused their minds
Who entabgled their seed.
Who decides who is a race
For we are not a percentage
Nor a half breed.
I am an American.

Some ancestors crossed he Bering Strait
Some died along the Trail Of Tears.
Burial grounds and lands were taken
Lives were sacrificed at a large rate
I was taught face my fears and never hate.
I am an American.

I am a result of this melting pot
Of this promised land aross the sea.
Where every man is counted
In taking a stand to be free.
The place of new birth to achieve.
I am an American.

some ancestors skin was yellow
Marked us with slitted eyes.
They grounded us to meditate
And it would be weak to comprimise.
Practice wise decisions and don't hesitate.
I am an American.

Many others just like me
Trace their roots
Through more than one tree.
To Set Me Free and adequately succeed
Somebody need to discover my breed.
I am an Americican.

Cecelia Weir

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