I Found America

I went looking

For the soul of America

And I found it

In a dark-skinned boy

That played by the side of the road

Kicking a can that he found

In the gutter

Found it

In a girl who wrote poetry

In a language she learned at home

At the foot of her mother’s dress

Watching her as she cooked

Found it

In me

Underneath all of this

Coloring book skin

That I filled in by

Drawing outside the lines

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