What is an American?

What am I? What are you?

What is she? What is he?

Anyone of us can be an American

And yet we are not all the same

She has black hair

He has blue eyes

She’s short

He’s tall

Her eyebrow game is on point

And well he’s a guy

We are all different in our own ways

Somehow we are all put under one category,

An American, A Mexican, An Italian, A German, A French

We are put under one name that defines who we are

Yet we are all unique

Being an American means being yourself

Being individual while under this name

An American is someone honest

Someone who can say how they really feel

Like, you don’t like me?

Let me know, just be truthful

An American is some strong enough to get through life’s struggles

Strong enough to get through anything honestly

Strong enough to stay true to themselves

An American is loyal

Not only loyal to our country but to our world

Loyal to ourselves

To our lovers

Even to our haters

If that makes sense

An American is extraordinary

We don’t change for others,

He doesn’t like you?

His loss

For the most part we are self-reliant

We may have someone to lean on during the bad

But during the good we manage our grounds on our own

Each American has a different voice

To express our thoughts

Not everyone thinks the same

The same way we don’t look the same and we don’t learn the same

Everything we do is done differently

How we get to and from school each day

What we do each morning to get ready

How we play sports,

For example,

Baseball players and their batting stance

Each player goes up to the plate to do the same thing

Yet they get themselves set up so differently

Some hit the plate with their bats before each pitch

Some move their helmets

Some only do something when they first get to the plate

Some stand up straight until the pitcher is winding up

Some get themselves into a position that makes the strike zone smaller

Yet they are all up there to do the same thing

Hit the ball

Every American knows that each day will be different

Today might not be so good but there’s always tomorrow

As well today might be great but tomorrow can be a mess

Anything can happen

Just make the best of what you have at the moment

This is the up side to an American

An American is not all good

No one can be purely good

We have the bad in the good and the good in the bad

But I mean come on

We are only human

An American can be a hater

She has something you don’t?

It doesn’t give you the right to say stuff about her

Same goes the other way around

You have something she doesn’t?

Doesn’t mean you have to rub it in everyone’s face

An American can be someone who honestly has no heart

They treat everything like a joke

They don’t care about how others can feel about what they say

These people are usually the people that have been broken before

People who always had their guard down until they were hurt

Being an American has its ups and downs