She Plays For The Americans

Fourteen years old, left everything behind.
She's not from here; trust me, she's still learning.
Everyday is a struggle on the grind,
But beautiful beginnings are worth it.
"When you chant racial slurs and you taunt me,
I will show pride in what I represent.
Angry not when I shush you, and vaunt me.
When I score, my teammates show me respect."
The dead tree blossoms with pretty flowers.
Inked the word caterpillar in her heel, 
Now the butterflies hold all the power.
She's not afraid to let the layers peel.
You see that third blue star? No? Well . . . just wait.
June of 2015, this is our fate.

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