America Poem by Victoria Horn

I have been forgotten, and mistreated in so many ways
Some burn my relatives, others look right at me but never see me.
I am hardly appreciated anymore
My stars and stripes are a story that nobody cares to read
I am not garbage, I am your past and present
So many men and women have fought for me
They honor and respect me
Kids in schools these days only know the pledge, not the meaning
Most of them may think I'm an attention seeker,
I am not
I want to be known for why i am hung up everywhere you go
I am not a ratty old cloth that people put up to make their house look better
I am history
I am courage
I am blood, sweat, and tears
I am, America.