Land of the free and home of the brave,
Built on the backs of others—the poor and the enslaved.
Supposedly, meritocracy reigns free, with the cream rising to the top;
But fallacies like trickle-down economics have been exposed; drop
I was told to stop questioning, turn a blind eye, and always obey;
Sadly, I never knew what my country was, until I decided to move away.
Red, white, and blue; it all seemed so perfect.
But for months I doubted my decision to leave; was it all worth it?
See, I was programmed to believe that I knew it all.
Thankfully I was incorrect, and my ego disintegrated like leaves in the fall.
Not looking back, I naively moved forward and boarded that plane;
Unprepared for the unknown, unprepared for change.
Goodbye America, my once forever home;
I was born a nomad, why should I resist my calling to roam?
Never in my wildest dreams could this have been true.
That I would discover my life’s calling after serving in the Peace Corps in Peru.
I was now an American Immigrant, isn’t that quite odd?
Not for me, I answered my calling, which came directly from God.
Now paying it forward to help those in need,
My mission is simple; live life on your terms and escape from a system that’s built on greed.
Looking back, this all seems so farfetched—a fantasy, a dream
But I was rewarded for staying the course and embracing the unseen.
So, when you arrive at the next crossroads in your life, respond and don’t react;
Take the road less traveled, you won’t regret it—trust me that’s a fact.