America can not be

America can not be described in words

only people

in America every mind is beautiful

every heart is open

every voice is heard 

equality is abundant

there is a home for the homeless

there is a voice for the voiceless

my America my sweet America is simply

mine. yours. ours.

This poem is about: 
My country

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