The shadows of the palm tree.
The time of war and hatred. I stand and watch the world fly by. What kind
of an American am I?
The palm tree shades the ground as I walk by. The world is not like what my
grandpa grew up in.
The war between Whites, Blacks, Native Americans, and many more races.
That's what I live in. The world has hatred for everyone it seems like.
I'm just an American girl who stands on the side lines and watches as the
game goes on. Wondering if I'll ever play the game.
Scared as if I were a five-year old little girl sailing across the Atlantic
Ocean, and seeing the Statue of Liberty. Knowing now that I have freedom.
The shadows of the palm tree are the one thing I still see as I walk down
the road.
So I ask myself what kind of an American am I?
Everyone says to look at the brightside, you are what you want to be, so
make the best of life.
 
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