New York, U.S.A
Grit plays me.  Stars and stripes betray me.  Lines across my body.  Stars strewn across my breasts.  Deep roots of blood streaming beneath my chest.

Music streaming.  Through the white lines of the cords that connect me to the beating music of my generation.  Our generation hears it.  We feel it.  We live it.

Past generations have walked these streets.  They still dance behind the closed doors and remember the days they were young.

Young ones making memories now.  Big eyes and small voices; turn into the men and women that will shape this nation. 

Crowded streets.  The beating heart at the core.  Crowd around the symbol that brought us here.  The symbols that still bring us together.  Statue of Liberty.  Let us have liberty.

Crowds of loud voices.  Voices over crowds.  Songs long told and fields of green grass. 

Sweat and dirt.  Long gazes out of bus windows.  Whispers of tales never fully told. 

Tattoos.  Gripped fingers.  Cement sidewalks.  Paved streets.
White balls.  Red lips.  Dark eyes.  Loud pride.
All figures that make us. All symbols that represent us.
All things we see when we come together.
We are New Yorkers.  We are American.  We are proud.

Love USA.  USA Love.
USA: New York —- Serina Loraine

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