I miss my America,
The country I grew up in.
I miss my America,
A land that truly believed
That all men were created equal.
I miss my America,
A land where people were
Not embarrassed to go to church.
I miss my America,
A country where hard work
was valued over easy money.
I miss my America,
Where kids dreamed
Of becoming President of the United States,
And not an internet sensation.
I miss my America,
Where we marveled at
The beauty of the country,
And not the image on our screens.
I miss my America,
Where main street mattered
As much to the community as to commerce.
I miss my America,
Where we marveled at exploration and discovery
And knew we were great.
I miss my America,
Where our government cared more about its citizens
Than about their public image or own pockets.
I miss my America,
Where families mattered more
Than time or a dollar.
I miss my America.
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Traci E. Langston
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