In the context of this poem, what makes America unique? Cite evidence from this text, your own experience, and other literature, art, or history in your answer. America poem:

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth. Her vigor flows like tides into my blood, Giving me strength erect against her hate, Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood. Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred Of terror, malice,1 not a word of jeer.2 Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there, Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand, Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.