Who I amA Story by Kathryn SmithI'll know my name when it's called again It was one of the first hot days of the summer.
Pure hell to others. I walked aimlessly around a local event and stopped to talk to my friend who was with her mother, and another woman. I began to speak of England. How there was another terror attack. And how I was happy that my friends were safe. My friend's mother rolled her eyes in disgust. I had to do a double take to study her face. Her face was of pettiness. Of spite. Suddenly she sneered at me. She pointed in my face. "You need to learn to love your own country more!" I stood there dumbfounded staring at her. On my shirt was a British Flag. On the back I wrote "I stand with Manchester."
But I held my head high, and assured her I was proud to be an American. Deep down I still do not understand why people shame me on my fascination of different places. And more than anything, I wish they could realize this: Yes we might live in different in countries. Different states. Different towns.. We might practice different religions. We might be different sexes. Different classes.. Different races.. But at the end of the day we live together in the same place. We live together on one single earth. We are one. People will continue to be ignorant and throw their torches of fire at me. They'll continue to reprimand me for not only loving my own country. With determined eyes I'll still stand and walk through the fire. I will continue to have love for the entire world. I am proud of what I am. What courses through my veins. I am not only American..I am English, Welsh, German, Irish, and Bohemian. My great great grandfather was born and raised in London. It'll always be my city too.
© 2017 Kathryn SmithAuthor's NoteReviews
|
Stats
209 Views
2 Reviews Added on June 6, 2017 Last Updated on June 6, 2017 Author
|