I am American. I am legal. I roam amongst my peers in the land of the brave and the free. My parents were born in these great United States and thus, submit to the life of freedom and opportunity. I have 7 siblings whom are apart of the same lifestyle as I am – American. I struggle to define my place in this country – a balance or centerpiece – that can contribute to the fundamental system of justice and successful common life. I struggle to conform to the commonality of racial discrimination along with the contradicting aspects of cultural preference. I struggle to see the justice system produce any justice at all. I struggle to see the need for separation in church and state because the diversity of “Americans” causes religion to be abundant and different for multiple people(s). I struggle as most Americans do: to establish a successful life, to define my culture and race, and to see freedom in all the branches which form our government and people. However, I am here. I Am American.