Atop cherry bricks of a state house in Philadelphia
Chiming incessantly against indigo skies,
She speaks.
Though,
A mishap, or
mistake?
Maybe momentary lapse..
Resulted in a glaring blemish that would remain.
Unfixed.
Inequality;
Unfixed.
Division;
Unfixed.
Hatred;
Greed;
Corruption,
All unfixed.
Yet, despite her obvious flaws — I remain;
Fixated.
Appalled by her boldness.
Perplexed at her permanence.
Mesmerized by her resilience.
Captivated by her beauty.
She is not perfect,
But she is.
And will be.
For as long as she has breath.
So please, my fellow patriot
I implore you —
let Freedom ring.
About the Creator
Blankface .
im a fucking walking paradox.
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