As Lee Greenwood clearly states he’s proud to be an American because at least he knows he’s free. But define free, because I don’t believe I’m not free, I forced to attend school a set amount of years. I’m not free to dance around in my birthday suit outside. When I am older I will be forced to work for a living almost acting like a slave to my job, but I’m already a slave to my school work But Lee Greenwood would stand up and defend her. But in all reality, what is he defending? American. To live in the US, and to be a citizen of the US. How many illegal immigrants come here, and live here never causing any harm to anyone just wanting a better life for them and their children. They celebrate the Fourth of July. They know English. But what, can’t they be American? American. To be an American is to be stupid, to do idoitic things. Everywhere on the news you hear about someone going to jail or dying. But they went to jail for shooting a cop, but Johnny was a good boy. Never thought he would do anything like this. Although Johnny has been arrested several times. Carly, a 16 year old girl, was shot at three in the morning on a school night, and she was a sweet child. But what was she doing out …show more content…
I watched Prince Ea preach about the school systems, and how he is not black and you are not white. But then see under his bio on Youtube he claims to be an American. But if he is fed all this believes and preaches on no labels how can he claim to be an American, when all he is doing is labeling himself? American. To be overweight, unhealthy and unfit. Yet I see my friends, I see them range in sizes and yet our models are stick thin. And there are songs to diss the skinny people, but why are we fighting? I’m sure my friends are American, but being 6’ 1” and being 125, isn’t overweight, it’s being scary thin, and being 5’ 2” and being 134 is normal. But why can’t they be an American? Right, because they don’t fit in the twinkie eating, bon bon loving, apple pie making ideas. American. To me American is just another label. Plagued with stereotypes around us, it’s in our blood to make assumptions, isn’t that probability a subject in math, we are taught in school the likelihood of something being true? To be an American is something that I don’t understand. I don’t have a definition for it. I just know that all these ideas are forced down my throat. I’ll go to another country one day and I’ll say something, and someone will ask me, “You’re an American aren’t you?” And I’ll just say, “Yes, yes I