To me America was the land promised by God.

I left because I chased my dreams:

Imagine buying a house in a quiet neighborhood,

  the singing of the birds, the breeze of the wind refreshing your face,

See your parents proud of your college degree.

I left because of the violence.

fear of wearing red and blue clothes

I left because I wanted to meet someone from space.

I imagined hearing  the sound of cars, police sirens

I imagined people walking the streets, without fear of being robbed

I imagined I didn't think there was poverty

I didn't think I'd see people sleeping on more streets.

My America is like going up a mountain

An uphill battle

to reach the top, 

to achieve my goals.

America is like a key that opens many doors but you have to be careful which door you choose.

America feels like a storm

tree that has no leaves in winter, falling

but blooms again in spring.

America is like a star that shines in the dark

The star that gives hope to people.