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Apart

To be American
Is to be different.
We have no real history of our own.
We have no ancient enemies
Who we joke about;
We have no single culture.

I am told
That we should rejoice
In the great mixing pot of culture
That only America has today.
But I feel as though something is missing.
Everyone else mistrusts us
And thinks of us as enormous in appetite and ego.

I would have thought our great mixing pot
Would have caused everyone to love us,
As we’ve got a bit of each of them.

So maybe I don’t enjoy being American.

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