Define America

What. Is America? Is it the juxtaposition of pink toned flesh against deep caramel skin? Is it the way his tresses twist and turn whilst her strands lay straight and silky? Is it the kissed cross that lies across the chest, the intricate yamaka that sits on the head, the stone Buddha that rests on the alter? Or is it the skilled speakers that exhale words in the foreign tongue of lands beyond the one in which we stand on? This is America, a land where all are different, but all the same.