An American Self

The wind of my hair,

My hair on my face,

My face a tint pink

From the weather that does stink.

The snow comes down, down upon my feet

I look up to the sky knowing I will defeat.

I raise my right hand over my heart,

Knowing that my country will never part.

I've been confident and strong,

Long before the song.

The song that remains, a country that sustains.

I know that to be confident doesn't mean in ones-self

But to be apart of something that we have all felt.

Danielle Flannigan 


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