Oh America, the Imperfect

A desire to be free is felt by all her children. Yet, she alone is chanting "Give me liberty, or give me death," as she holds up her burning torch high in the night sky in her right hand, and tablet in her left.

She tries to move, but feel as if she is a statue. She realizes that her voice alone can not succeed in a successful revolutionary change. A single voice can only hope to be the spark that ignites the fire of change. 

However, despite her love for her children she thinks no one will. She has long been consumed by the pain and suffering of her children to keep hope alive. She has seen her children in all blue beat the other children in all black out of wrongful justifications. In retaliation, the children in all black come and attack the children in all blue, continuing the cycle of hate. In correspondence to the violence between the children in blue and black, the mother, Liberty, sees her melting pot of children began to slowly divide. Her children who display a magnitude of differences, but share her in common now fight for superiority. 

Liberty cries to her mother, America "Why do you not stop them?"

America stays silent for a moment. Instead of speaking, America grabs Liberty's hand and passes on her memories. The memories are of aftermaths that include the Civil War, Pearl Harbor attack, Twin Tower attack, and Trayvon Martin case. In addition, she passes on the memories of Independence Day, the March to Washington, and legalization of Gay Marriages. As these memories are being transfer to Liberty, fireworks are lighting up the sky. Liberty's children are outside laughing and smiling. Songs of joy are being played across the land. At this moment, no one is superior. No one is at odds or differences. In this moment, everything is blissful. Once the memories are transferred to Liberty, America speaks to Liberty:

"As your mother, I carry your love that you feel for your children. I know that you, yourself have been consumed by the pain and loss, but do know that your children still contain good. The chant that you constantly scream still lives on in your children heart. I realize that the Civil War might seem far away, but understand the significance of it. The spark of the Civil War is carried within the eventful March to Washington. You say that the melting pot is coming undone, but that March brought your children together. They still uphold the value of that march. That march of love spark other marches, marches such as the LGBTQ Marches. Other marches such as the one to end the Vietnamese war, your children of all color stood to end such as horrific nightmare. Your children used love to prevail against the evilness you see. It is true that your children are somewhat at strife. However, it is also true that at the end of the day, they realize they are brothers and sisters. You can never take that from them. The aftermath of the Pearl Harbor and Twin Tower attack proved that. They banded together and came as one. They may be imperfect, but their flaws are what make them great.”

At the moment, Liberty saw the firework lighting up the sky. The bright colors of red, white, and blue painted the night sky as if it was a canvas. Liberty then turned to her children, she saw the love and joy in not only their eyes, but their hearts as well.

She let out a cry of contentment:

“Oh America the imperfect.”

She repeatedly shouted out the imperfect sentence as memories of her children coming together in harmony filled her mind. She realized that we might not be perfect, but in our hearts we do still shout “Give me liberty, or give me death”.

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