Day 8… it’s really windy here.. not good for the allergies. It makes me tired and then downing some really sleepy allergy meds, well that just makes me loopy. Some how in all this it made me feel patriotic and irritated. Which seems to go hand in hand lately when I think of my Country; however, I still love it. …Enjoy!!
I’m an American.
You don’t control me!
You control the idea of what I allow,
The resemblance of passivity.
I’m an American and I am free.
Free to think,
To be private and feel,
Whatever the hell I want to feel!
It may look like I don’t care.
I may seem ambivalent and aloof.
It may appear that I don’t believe in anything..
I am an American and I was born without fear.
Tread on my freedom and you will quickly hear
How loud and aggressive to my beliefs I adhere
The Constitution my compass with which I steer
I will not allow my country to disappear
Through the negligence of sycophants
Donkeys or Elephants
They all make me sick of this
But still I am here
Till the day I die,
I am American
I salute that flag with pride.