My citizenship, myself

By Selena Ponio '18

I sit beside a large man who is sobbing and wearing a cowboy hat. In the front of the room is a hollow, emerald green statue of Lady Liberty about as tall as I am. This is my American citizenship ceremony. I am 14 years old and irritated that I have to miss a day of school to be “welcomed” into a country that I have already been living in since I was 3.

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