“We're the cure for the hatred caused by despair. We’re the good morning of a bus driver who remembers our name, the tattooed man who gives up his seat on the subway. We’re every door held open with a smile when we look into each other’s eyes the way we behold the moon. We’re the moon. We’re the promise of one people, one breath declaring to one another: I see you. I need you. I am you.” PoetryPoemEmpathyUnityCamaraderie Book:How to Love a Country Source: How to Love a Country
“Let's raise our children together: let them ride the same school buses, learn the same history, swing in the same playgrounds, pedal their bikes down the same streets, share their same city. Then we shall see face to face. Halleluiah.” ChildrenPoetryPoemUnityDesegregation Book:How to Love a Country Source: How to Love a Country
“How I still want to sing despite all the truth of our wars and our gunshots ringing louder than our school bells, our politicians smiling lies at the mic, the deadlock of our divided voices shouting over each other instead of singing together. How I want to sing again-- beautiful or not, just to be harmony--from sea to shining sea--with the only country I know enough to know how to sing for.” PoetryPoemSingingHarmonyUnityPatriotismAmerica The Beautiful Book:How to Love a Country Source: How to Love a Country
