Here is the American girl,
the fruit of the American dream,
made possible by Puritan will,
Edison, Henry Ford, and IBM.
Here is the Hispanic surname,
evidence of brave immigrants;
note the cell phone in hand,
the imprint of hard-working parents.
As she dozes serenely on the desk
paid for by her ancestors' dreams,
I notice her bra straps just match
her large, ocean-blue earrings.
Ocean blue, the color of fear
and the shade of unknown hope
as the Puritans made their way down the pier
and embarked for that fabled coast.
And a prayer was on all of their lips
and the salt caked all of their skin.
Something had to be better than this--
what they sought to secure for their kin.
She dreams a dream and it goes like this:
A voice speaks to her in a vast field:
"You will drink from wells ye did not dig
and dwell in houses ye did not build."
