Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
it has been a long time since i have read this inscription, and i have never met the Statue of Liberty. but i read this today and it made me cry.
sometimes i just feel like this whole world is awful, sometimes i hate americans, and i always hate where we have stood in the global community for the past eight years...
i get so close to losing all my faith in humanity, and yet the slightest thing can bring it back.
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