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The American Dream

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The Statue of Liberty for many people was the first image of what it meant to finally be an American. The Statue of Liberty welcomes immigrants to the land of opportunity and all that comes with being an American.

"The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus

// Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, //// With conquering limbs astride from land to land; //// Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand //// A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame //// Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name //// Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand //// Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command //// The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. //// "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she //// With silent lips. "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,// //I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"//



For many Americans, the American Dream is one only attained after gaining business success and the only way of completing the American Dream is winning the race of success.

For years during war, it was believed that to be a true American with true patriotism means one must fight for their country.

 "God Bless America" "While the storm clouds gather far across the sea, Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free, Let us all be grateful for a land so fair, As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. "

God Bless America, Land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her Thru the night with a light from above. From the mountains, to the prairies, To the oceans, white with foam God bless America, My home sweet home.

Quote from the book The Bluest Eye "Here is the house. it is green and white. It has a red door. It is very pretty. Here is the family. Mother, Father, Dick, and Jane live in the green-and-white house. They are very happy. See Jane. She has a red dress." =I, too, sing America. by Langston Hughes=

I, too, sing America.I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then.Besides,They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed
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America by Claude McKay ALTHOUGH she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth! Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate. Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state, I stand within her walls with not a shred Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer. Darkly I gaze into the days ahead, And see her might and granite wonders there, Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand, Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

The Dream of Americans, Reflection

Disney's Effect on the American Child