America (the beautiful?)

America the beautiful
Where does your beauty lie?
Is it only surface deep
Like makeup used to cover scars that pierce inside?
And Mother Liberty,
You turn away refugees
Like that Aunt who says she's a good person
But if you showed up at her doorstep 3am
Would she really take you in?
I doubt it.
You see, this Aunt seems nice enough
When compared to her neighbors,
But she'll make you pay for favors,
She'll talk behind your back,
She shows racism to Latinos and Blacks.
How do you change her?
She tries diets and drugs,
Self-help books and binges.
Yet what she needs in the end is
Love.
Only love can make this beautiful.

This poem is about: 
My country

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