“It’s morning in America” It’s morning in America Another day to try Another day to live Another day to thrive It’s morning in America It’s a luxury to wake up It’s a luxury to eat It’s a luxury to grow up Happy birthday beautiful Gorgeous, pretty thing The curves on you And a tattoo above your gstring An eyecandy of sights to see So luscious in Tennessee So ruff n tuff in desert heat So beautiful the sunset in the west So golden the sunrise in Bay Ridge So spicy in Miami heat So calm by Utah springs So much more can’t wait to see You’re the youngest and the toughest You set an example and we follow You’re to be cherished and to be earned You’re loved, I want you to know Won’t take my life for granted My dream that only you provided Won’t do you dirty, won’t turn my back You raised me beautiful, And much more than that. I’ve traveled far and crossed the horizon I’ve heard stories Without knowing the language I broke bread and put in work I even tattooed in New York! It’s a heavy world to see, Some won, some won’t eat Some have lambos Some have feet But only in America Can ONE be One needs no luxuries in life To live a truly happy life One needs no love or peace One only needs a choice to be free I wrote this lil poem In honor of your birthday Because my beautiful You really deserve it -Tole, first generation immigrant living the ‘Merican Dream