To Be American

“Where are you from?”
“You weren’t born here, right?”
They already assume I am not American.
I was born elsewhere, but have lived here all my life.

I have adopted the accent, the style, the behavior,
the nationality.
They don’t view me as American and back “home,”
I am not viewed as a native

“What makes an American?”
Is it the accent? The style? The behavior?
The passport?
It is none of these.

It is the connection to other cultures.
“American” is not a singular culture but a nationality
made up of different cultures.
To be American
is to be different, to embrace the way of life,
freedom, liberty, and diversity.

And while society might view me as an outsider,
I am an American, influenced by where I was born,
but defined by America

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