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When rain bounces off the windshield 

In patterns, 

Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat 

In soft thrums, 

I begin to think and 

she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder

i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently

ashamed of my language

she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs

I heard from a guy who told somebody

Bout the deserts dry

And the forests muddy

But they forgot to tell bout the rainy skies

If you can't do it for yourself

Then do it for her

Do it for the girl

With big ideas

And even bigger dreams

The girl who would try to count the stars

But then sigh and say there was a lot

Hope always looks like 

something golden and beautiful and bright 

but Hope has just fallen 

her face streaked with dirt 

They say 

America was raised 

By our founding fathers 

And I'm sure it was 

But what about it's mothers