meltingpot
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What Crevecoeur said about America being a melting pot is true!
My teachers and mentors say that is more like a stew.
However let me prove it to you
For once I explain then I can tell you my troubles
I, too, paint America.
Red, Yellow, Green, White, Saffron.
Colors
on the vast canvas they call “America.”
I paint with the color of my skin,
with the distinct hue of my culture,
We are the people of this world
We are the people of America
What are rights?
Does rights have a color, a ethnic a gender, a race?
NO
Rights are something that is given but yet earned.
My God isn't her god, Isn't His God, Isn't your God. My God has a different name, a different form, and claim to fame.
