The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her
1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood
Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes
Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown
Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free
Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus

Greek goddess in me
All of her fire and color
You will bow to these
I once cut my hair
And I think I’ll do it again, plus deny my Greek-goddess roots
What I will do next will delight and amaze you all
All of you who put me in a box you call, “somebody I used to know”
I will hire a car service, like the braggarts of New York City
Hand the driver a tip with the fat direction to drive you all far, far away
Wherever it is, you need to go
Mark your calendars in pink ink