Star-Spangled
I bleed red, white, and blue
With stars across my heart,
With the stripes burned into my mind;
Giving everything -
All my experiences;
A little taste of home with each step I take;
A little bit of country marks my path.
With every inhale, I smell peaches, pine, and pride.
With every exhale, I release the prejudice we fight again,
Accepting everyone into a Melting Pot.
I can always hear the faint guitar strums that ride the wind in sun-kissed states;
Smell the laughter-filled, barbeque smoke;
And feel the boom of fireworks and football cheers.
With the sun beaming on my face,
I walk with a freedom-laced swagger,
Holding my head high,
Holding the hands of my brothers and sisters -
A menagerie of cultures,
Brought together by binding stripes;
Our hearts beating in time to the star-spangled song.