I really enjoyed Julia Alvarez’s poem I, Too, Sing America. Made me think ’bout my own struggles with identity growin’ up in America. For land that’s ‘sposed to be free and equal we sure don’t all have the same comin’ to us. Makes me think of that horrible man Lindner, who was tryin’ to buy me out of my house. I is an American, my Walter worked himself to death for us to get our dream house. I’m proud to be who I am. All I got is how far my family’s come in America. I ain’t all concerned with my roots like my daughter Beneatha is. Times are changin’ tho’. Seems like us colored folks, even woman have more of a voice. I like that Julia Alvarez uses poetry as that voice. She’s real great at bringin’ together American culture with her own. Readin’ her poetry would do some good in helpin’ Americans be more acceptin’ of different cultures.