america
Old age has caught up on me
Where wisdom is patiently counting dawn
Who am I? Am I the person who bathed you, played with you and read you bed time stories until the wee hours of the night? Am I the person who coached you and supported you through your journey? Others see me as bitter and cold.
And ain’t I an American?
Who am I? Am I the one that cooked you dinner and cleaned the house while you were away? Am I the one that nursed you while you were sick? Am I the one who obeyed orders and completed good deeds? Others find me helpless.
And ain’t I an American?
Who am I? Was I your right hand man that made sure everything was in order? Was I the one who followed orders and went beyond call and duty? Was I the one who went beyond adversity? Others find my faults.
And ain’t I an American?
Who am I? Am I the one to respond to duty? It is my patraonage to follow and protect and test the waters while others can not. Others don’t respect this.
And ain’t I an American?
Who am I? Am I the one God made strong enough to follow in His path in this journey to be heard? I am an auntie. I am a child. I am a teacher. I am a soldier. I am a child of God.
And ain’t I an American?
I walk like I am disabled
There is a monkey on my back
I carry the load of intollerence
I may be used
I may be abused
I have been lied on
I have been beaten
I may be lonely
I may be saduced
And my prayers and dreams
Shattered the truth
But I am still here
