It's so sad to belong to a country that doesn't want you. To base your dreams and your hopes on a land that rejects you. To aspire great things for a nation that is blind to your patriotism. Here i live in the United States of America: the land of the free and the home of the brave. Yet, i have been robbed. My identity as a human being has been stolen and I am not allowed to be the American i grew up to be.
My roots grew from the fertile Pampas near the coast the River Plate, but my branches have stretched high to where the Eagle soars and the Spangled Banner drapes over the sky.
I don't have a piece of paper to prove anything or a document to claim my rights. I only have my soul, to say:
I am an American. And I love my country.
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