Why take pride in her? America, With her careless acts and distant dreams: Why should I have pride in her? Pride in America I may not have: Her people divisive, Institutions abusive, Death to her native, Oppression for her once captive, With no one to forgive For her sins, why should I have pride in her? Seems Columbia hath forsaken me now, Gone onward along Without a care or a doubt: Why should I have pride in her? We live here, god dammit, Toiling on, I try and try, but must admit, Living upon Her plains, her land, why I don’t quit Explain this... I have faith in America. Faith that tomorrow is a new day, That our tempest-tost land will endure. I have faith in her. My mother’s climb upward: She came here in youth, Looking forward to rise And bring home the prize. But her dad soon died Taking her dreams with him. Yet she climbed her way back Hand over fist, escaping the hole that most do not. My father’s long hours: He came here in love Looking forward to create A family with my mom His degree did not follow Stayed back in the motherland He made his way by Working two jobs, from seven to ten, Supporting his family, the only thing he had. My neighbors’ hard work: They’ve been here for years Trying to move up Society’s classes. But lack of papers hold them back: Forced to live in hiding in their home. We say give me the wretched refuse of your teeming shore But the second they arrive, we just shut the door. In this land founded by immigrants, ‘Immigrant’ is now some dirty word. My friend’s determination: Putting in her all To rise above the hate We’ve all upon her bestowed. Yes she’s gay But why does that diminish her? Hate, fear and Discrimination holds her back. But she will not stop the fight For the same respect You and I have. They give me hope. Faith that rather than simply elope They all chose to stay. They toil on and make headway And make our nation great. Not again, but on some date, Not tomorrow, not the day after, But one day we’ll lift a lamp beside the golden door And proclaim to the world, America is now great! My mother holds her job with no degree She’s the only one on her team to do so. My father still works from seven to ten A week can go by and I don’t see him. My neighbors live their lives, been here longer than us, Yet no papers for them to validate that yes, this is their home. My friend, she will rise above the slurs that’ve been cast on her. She’s gay, she’s here, she refuses to be silenced. Columbia, founded by rejecting the storied pomp. Now has her own. And yet rather than Have her children beckoned away, She must learn to accept her own wretched refuse. Two hundred years have passed, She is not perfect. Her imperfections all too real. She neglects not just the world But the ordinary within her. Not great, Her greatness stifled by her hate Not exceptional, Failing on metric after metric But she is mine, And isn’t that worth something? I maintain Faith that despite her imperfections, Her people’s best intentions Shall overcome. She may not be perfect yet, May never be perfect. But her unyielding push Forward, onward, towards A better tomorrow: That gives me faith.
Runal Patel is an ambitious senior at Maine West High School who hopes to dedicate himself to helping others via public service. Beginning in 2015, Runal has served as webmaster and consultant to the Park Ridge Civic Orchestra. In 2016, Runal began his work in politics interning for various political campaigns and organizations including a successful campaign for the United States House of Representatives. Runal has achieved first place in the state of Illinois for two events in DECA, has been designated an Illinois State Scholar, and serves in a leadership role in his high school's choir program, model UN, variety show, DECA, National Honor Society, and various honor societies. Runal hopes to attend college next year studying political science and economics to help him begin a career in public service. In his free time, Runal enjoys singing with friends, discussing politics, trying new restaurants, and exploring the city of Chicago.
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