you're ninety percent gold
and ten percent copper,
a red-blooded american,
raised free, but proper.
more malleable in the middle,
you listen to country blues,
and you tinge all shades of red
when you're humbled by any truths.
your mother chose your name
with your signature in mind.
your legacy will be stamped
somewhere on a dotted line.
your father was your role model,
he always reigned supreme,
so you rarely found the courage
to create your own damn dreams.
more than made of money,
you're made of freedom too.
remember that you can fly,
that your only loyalty is to you.
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