Well what can I really say about you? We have a love-hate relationship. I love you because you showed me so many opportunities in life. When I came to American from Trinidad, it was like a whole different world to me; the malls, the stores, even the streets. I fell in love with the school system and how it was different from what I knew. My new house was different- in a good way. It had the smell of fresh paint. I remember when I first seen my new room. It looked like something in a movie for me. I loved it.
I'm grateful for you America. Don't get me wrong, but you've got some things going on that I'm not for. You've still got your past messing with your future. You fight battles that aren't necessary. I will never understand the decisions that are made. For example, why did your officials choose to shoot up countries in the Middle East? Why do we create conflicts because of some oil?
America, I love you. You're not perfect but which country is?
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