Being an American

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Editor’s Note: The following featured poetry is written by 15-year-old Sanhita Jithendra from California, USA.

i used to love being an american 
i used to love being a part of this country
i used to love the land of the free and the home of the brave
it meant having new opportunities, to be free, to be a part of something bigger than myself
it meant going to school with people of many different backgrounds 
it meant loving each other without judging, caring for people without knowing them
it meant parades covering the streets 
it meant spreading support and acceptance whenever we could
it meant home.
i used to love being an american 
until i grew up
the country i once loved has changed
it means opportunities but not for everyone
it means freedom but not for everyone
the land of the caged and the home of the cowards
it means going to school wondering if i’ll come back home again 
it means protests covering the streets
it means despising diversity
it means hate and ignorance, racism and sexism, homophobia and mass shootings
except america never changed
it has always been that way 
so i guess
i used to love what they told me being an american was 
until i knew what it really meant.