Who is My Woman?

She is a land mass like no other,

She is the Nation of Power,

She embraced this misfit foreigner,

Like a caring Mother She molded me... 

molded me to pursue The American Dream.

Her DNA is not of one Race, 

And She was forged by centures of Fire.

They all call Her USA, But not me.

Oh, how I LOVE thee, 

Lady Liberty.

This poem is about: 
My country
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