I want to tell you a story about America.

I want to tell you a story about America.

About the United States of America.

About the American Nation, the American Dream, the American Character.

I want to sing a song about America.

I want to write a sonnet to America, a stanza, even a verse.

I want to shout, and howl, and rage, and exult, and jubilate to America.

I want to tell you a story about America.

America the Woman.

America the Queer.

America the Jew.

America the Lantinx.

America the Arab.

America the Colored.

America the Colonized.

America the Congregation.

America the Church.

America the Poor.

America the Abandoned.

America the Depleted.

America the Addict.

America the Prostitute.

America the Worker.

America the Thief.

America the Broken.

America the Resilient.

America the Dispossessed.

The promise that was America.

The hope that was America.

The haven that was America.

The prison that was America.

The garden that was America.

The char pit that was America.

The abattoir that was America.

The emancipation that was America.

The industriousness that was America.

The slothful vice that was America.

Why do you not sing about America the Gold? (They ask me.)

Why not a chorus to America the White? (They ask me.)

Why not look at her skyscrapers and data hordes? (They ask me.)

Why not America the Free? (They ask me.)

I want to tell you a story about America.

I want to tell you a story about America the Free.

Every American should.

America the Free must be America the Just.

I want to sing a song about America, with Liberty and Justice for All.

For all.

With Justice For All.

Tell me a story about America. With Justice. For All.

Please, tell me that story.

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