(There is a breed of young womanhood growing here which fills this aging poet’s heart with a lot of hope)

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Recorded Reading (1:11): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/85o4ecfyr40hju8qfp33x/America-Ceeated-Me.mp3?rlkey=diurqf4ta60py8ocn3f9877wg&dl=0

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America Created Me

Do I serve justice with my every word
And love with every single moment’s deed?
Do I stand out a little from the herd
No present sanction from the masses need?

Am I enabled to pursue my peaceful way
Protected by watchful society?
And when the moment comes for me to say
My own small mite — to do so am I free?

Do I stand tall, and do I move with pride
Independent opinion in my head?
Is my smile joyous, are my gestures wide,
Permitted by my conscience to be led?

My nation is to thank that so I be
For our America created me

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you might care to offer ~ http://www.UgiftABLE.com ● #72D-31S.

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