America,

My gratitude to you is bountiful. And plentiful.

I'm glad you prosper for you are a beacon of light, hope, and change. But you must grow,

And change your ways. The rolling hills and majestic lakes and purple mountains and crystal oceans and deep blue-green seas.

The American boys with aqua eyes. And girls with big dreams. That grow up to be women that do big things beyond cook and clean. 

And all of the brown eyed beauties that sing,

America- the beautiful. And it does sting, between you and me. That I have been bitter towards you. For you have provided me many things. But I still struggle. Of thee I sing, 

America, you are exactly what you seem to be. You get what you give her. I pledge allegiance to thee.