America, great nation raised above others

Full of opportunities and promises

Rich in culture, people, and languages.

You pull me with your magnificent beauty which is unlike any other.

I feel the attraction that keeps me striving to get to you,

The fire in you that does not dim,

The power demonstrated to all the universe for decades.

But I wonder, Will I see my dreams come true?

 

Quiet and subtle hate disguised under jokes,

Images that depict my people as monsters,

Actions that destroy my people day after day.

Some survive, others give in to the weight of misery.

Less fortunate never get to see the sunrise.

Harmless, lay in a pool of red flowing from their bosom.

You promised me a better life than my ancestors,

Will I see my dreams come true?

 

But still, I dream that things will better,

My people will survive,

Our voices shall be heard, 

Our fates shall improve.

Our stories shall be spoken loud and clear,

Never to be forgotten or twisted.

Truth shall overcome, justice made.

O America, I will see my dreams come true.