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Part 3
In my America.
In my America, there is silky new skin emerging from a surgical wound.
In my America, we dream again, waking up humming What if?, not gasping Why?
In my America, we remember our daunting history instead of shying away from the history we share.
In my America, trans women are women, trans men are men, and no one cares which bathroom you use.
In my America, treaties signed are treaties kept, even if that means stolen land is given back.
In my America, the dead visit us in dusky dreams and reverse the polarities of grief.
In my America, people listen when you talk to them—their eyes aren't on a screen.
In My America, random acts of kindness endlessly flow like spring snowmelt racing down steep mountain streams.
In my America, children learn to read and grown-ups read to learn.
In my America, amber fields of grain feed all who are hungry.
In my America, our forests are great and our water clear.
In my America, our conversations create connections, and those bonds are binding and blessed.
In my America, we are not an empire, but an example to the world.
In my America, our advocacy and protest will not be performative, but revolutionary.
In my America, the Dream exists outside of the vacant, consumerist void plastered across billboards and digital screens.
In my America, we are quarantined during our birthdays, and our presents are cereal and juice boxes from our pantry wrapped in free coupon circulars.
In my America, a Black man follows the wings of a Kentucky warbler into a tree and speaks the bird's name, imitates his song, without fear others will do him harm.
In my America, our military veterans receive the attention and care they honorably deserve.
In my America, I appreciate and thank those who have fought for freedom.
In my America, we teach a more inclusive history.
In my America, men do not dictate what women can and cannot do with their bodies.
In my America, there are no sad or hopeless student faces—there are conversations to bring a sense of peace.
In my America, sentences are peppered with cardamom, saffron, oregano, harissa, and sesame.
In my America, everyone is treated fairly and with respect.
In my America, we learn we are stronger together than we are apart, and we work to bring our country back together as one.
In my America, every person should have the same health care regardless of wealth, race, color, age, or gender.
In my America, the silence of the morning isn't heavy with the weight of loneliness but instead charged by the anticipation of voices and moments soon to come.
In my America, there is more acceptance and respect for all the cultures that are searching for the “American dream.”
In my America, there is genuine kindness and happiness behind every have a good day! and thank you spoken.
In my America, the content of one's character speaks loudest.
In my America, people help neighbors and hard work pays off.
In my America, we are all a giant family, no matter the size of the division between us.
In my America, I hope for a land that is more full of beauty, more full of kindness, and more full of love.
In my America, we don’t just accept or tolerate—we seek to coexist.
In my America, we are fearless to speak what we believe and stand by our Constitutional rights.
In my America, we see each other not as enemies but as fellow Americans and as people.
In my America, there is more kindness, gentleness, a helping hand, and kind words.
In my America, corruption does not exist.
In my America, individuals are stones that have been ignored but are becoming the cornerstone of our nation once more.
In my America, this country is for all of us.
In my America, the sun shines on a land that welcomes people from every speck of the world.
In my America, truth, transparency, fairness, and inclusive collaboration triumph over lies, deception, exclusion, and unearned privilege.
In my America, there is innovation brimming at the surface, waiting for the final drop of unity.
In my America, everyone's hands are shining in the same brilliant color when they are extended to help someone.
In my America, those who are the most unique and different are those who are the most special.
In my America, we respect diverse opinions.