America.

America,
By Jessy Iris.

Today I saw a group of flowers growing furiously towards the sunshine. They were each so unique from one another. Some had reds, others yellows or pink, even purple petals graced the group. They contrasted so intensely from the deep green grass around them that one couldn't help but stop to smell the roses. As I sat down beside them to get a closer look I noticed how many different textures there were. These flowers reminded me of my Country, these flowers were America. My Nation is a melting pot, we are made up of different colors and textures. We are made up of different religions, cultures, and races. The American people have different dreams, longings, hopes, different prayers. There are so many differences from American to American, it leads people to doubt our Country, for how can a tower made up of such different shapes and sizes of brick survive time? That's the thing, America isn't like a tower, it's like these flowers. Deeply rooted in rich soil, just as each American is rooted in their ancestors, their cultures, beliefs, and who they are. Like the flowers reaching for the sun, each one of us can reach for the American dream. If we are willing to work hard and persist we can overcome obstacles and reach the sky.

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free"

I am an American, and I am proud to be.