my America
tastes like sesame seeds on fresh bread
My America is not cruel and arrogant.
My America thinks before it speaks.
my America is loud and hearty generosity,
cactii and gaudy rugs
spotless trendy highrise
apartments full of light.
My America does not just
barge in
and my America knows its grammar.
My America is not about
conquering the world,
biggestfasteststrongestlongest –
My America is about life
it smells like coffee and laughter
and is a teacher of strength.
My America does not sound
like angry suits, cash registers and bombs
The real America
the true America
has the voice of the gospel women.

Wow! Powerful ending...

good poem. it gets your thoughts out well about america.

I loved it.
I echo that sentiment about the powerful ending.

Thank you for sharing.

your americia needs a history lesson
United We Stand
A tragedy a loss yes even disaster
Brings every one closer
There,s nothing else faster
Holding hands with each other
As we silently pray
For Gods great mercy
For one more day
To repair our hearts and dreams
That were suddenly shattered
To rebuild our lives
That were Torn and tattered
When the building is finished
The work is complete
We all rise together and come to our feet
For on that day we stand
Our hearts all anew
Thank God we live in the red white and blue.

JodieNewby
Copyright ©2008 Jodie M Newby

very nice write

very nice