I'm not the golden gateway, or the toll woman of Ellis Island

I don’t rally the brave, or create the free.

I'm steel

shining in the sunlight, plunked on a Californian hill

by serfs journeying for a new life,

greeted by black-and-white matinees,

trickling wages

Now I overlook the new kingdom

of dreams that casts a shadow

of spite

upon rich and poor alike

Now, I am an icon of possibility

I am the host of all the parties,

and the patron of stars

in Valentino, jewels by Tiffany

Now, I'm a Xanadu princess,

Come and see my riches

made of new royalty,

silver screens,

thrown dice.

I am an icon of yes.