Look beyond my Oriental lineage;
Beyond the yellow complexion
That governs my brothers' perception
Of my American heritage -
The true heritage my brothers have failed
And still fail to see.
What they cannot comprehend is this -
Fused with my dragon spirit is
A bald eagle that soars in my heart -
The American pride that burns and radiates
In camaraderie with my brothers
As we admire our gallant heroes march in parades
And savor juicy burgers united on Memorial Day.
As our ears cringe to the thunderous sparks radiating
Luminously upon the ink sky on Independence Day.
And as our stomachs sink to the massive meal
Before the extravagant touchdown on Thanksgiving Day.
See,
Every second of my waking existence
I take pride in residing in the home of the brave
Till the day I enter into my grave.
It's because
I, the Asian American, am also America's homegrown.
Let it be known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem