• I’m not proud to be an american

    by  • January 21, 2010 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    she said, in that way one speaks
    to get a reaction, or the way I titled
    this poem so you’d keep reading.
    I’m not proud, she said, because I
    had nothing to do with it,

    deftly putting patriotism in
    a new light, a search light, under
    the bare bulb of interrogation.

    What, then, can I be? Thankful:
    that I was born in a South Texas
    town named for the Body of Christ
    and not Port-au-Prince; pride,
    perhaps, would be easier

    because it requires nothing
    of me. Gratitude guides me to
    share what was never mine.



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    3 Responses to I’m not proud to be an american

    1. January 21, 2010 at 2:46 pm

      this is a beautiful reminder. let us be thankful boys and girls. and generous ones, too.

    2. January 28, 2010 at 3:58 pm

      I don’t want to *say* anything about this poem, because I just want to let it speak without me adding something.

      But I liked it a lot.

    3. January 30, 2010 at 1:35 am

      Oh, I do like this thought. So true.

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