American dreams

In the spirit of what we're built on, to give us your weak, your discarded. 

We shut out all that we feel is wrong instead of inviting it in. 

We want to be shined on instead of shining for others. 

Step on those to build ourselves higher instead of lifting those in need.

We turn to perfection to give to us instead of teach others to be perfect.

When you feel other people are inferior why do you push them away instead of taking them in?

Why don't you search for the weak and teach them to be stronger? 

Why do you want everyone around you to lift you up on their backs?

How strong does that really make you?

But you wave your deserving will high above your head.

Preach how you should be given everything

Proud peacock with your stolen feathers

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,

to stand upon their shoulders to raise myself higher.