i love the u.s.a.
i don’t go around singing amazing grace nor do i have a flag decal on my car rear window, but deep down inside my filipino brown body, i have a strong affection for this country, despite its faults.
if it weren’t for america, i wouldn’t know french fries or fireworks on the fourth of july. i wouldn’t be who i am. no, i’d be just another dalaga on just another rainy, humid, mosquito-infested day.