Summer Days in the USA

In the places I have lived 

I stick out like a sore thumb.

Everyone knows that I don’t belong 

I’m from somewhere else across the seas

A place called the USA

summers we would go home… 

I was always SO excited because it was where 

Family fills a small place until it bursts yellow
A murky lake became a mermaid cove
Our mouths would stain purple from popsicles of red white n’ blue as we watch fireworks fly
And feel something maybe a little bit like pride

Tree sing in the morning breeze a brilliant summer green 
BBQ smell fills the air as uncles compete who makes the best meat
Fireflies like fallen stars run from grubby beat up jars

My heart would fill with afternoon bike rides and rhubarb pie and I felt that this was my home

But it’s not 

Not really

Because one day we would have to say goodbye

And go away to a place who doesn’t know the taste of grandmas pie

Or the feeling when the fireworks shower stars into the sky

All they have are those nasty headlines

And that one guy

Never forget those summer days in the USA