A niña in America
I see our nation
As a banged up little girl.
Fighting to make it through a series
Of high school breakups.
It seems as there is no hope in sight,
But she’s hoping to see the light.
Maybe shell find a promising relation
A situation that wont make her want to hurl.
All things sound good in theories,
And her loved ones just want her to have her run-ups.
A perfect relationship is never really right,
But a girl can dream, it’s alright.
This poem is about:
My country