Pack your suitcase, get on the plane

Barely four, barely knew my name


It's time to leave my home behind

In search of freedom and peace of mind


Brand new country, "paved with gold"

"There's money everywhere!", we've been told


But it is not the money that I adore

But the feeling of freedom I didn't have before


Seven long years and we took a test

Will we be citizens? Or be left with the rest


And today we live happy and free

With the American flag waving next to me


God bless this country that took away our strife

God bless this country that changed my life


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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