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I feel this poem has good flow, but I feel like something is missisng. Any ideas? :)

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American Boy

You were not cocooned and birthed of this Earth.

You do not have her weathered hands

Nor Her brown complexion

Adopted Son,

You remind me of a leaning tree

Futilely trying to escape its roots

Of softly spoken words…

And loud guns…

Pounding breath and 

Gurgling--

Gagged silence.

American Boy,

Help yourself to a double scoop

Of Garlic soft serve

And a dollop of sunblock

Visit your brother

Mother’s blood son

See his toasted skin,

Sizzle and toughen.

He has Father’s eyes and hair

Both smooth waves of obsidian arrowhead

Light sensually swaying

And Flitting through…

Native Son

You remind me of Corn Stalks:

Rising From

Bouncing turquoise beads and

Smoking Sage And

Burning flesh--

Deceptive silence.

American Girl,

You’ve lost something

Where was the last place you saw it?

Your dignity.

Maybe you should go back home…

To your old room:

Maybe your first boyfriend left it there

(after he finished)

Or your mother tucked it in her suitcase

(when she left)

Or maybe, maybe you’re the sharing type

Breaking off little pieces over time

Maybe you don’t even realize it’s gone…

Good Ole’ Boy,

A Mannequin cannot appreciate

Your shivering naked form

Slowly Stripped down

In conversations

 Modeled from Magazines and Billboards

“She” is not molded with 

built in shelving for a brain or a soul

Endangered Species:

American Woman…

Please, come find me.

American society,

Squeezing into a steel boned corset

Ulcers from Uncle Sam

Cramps from Aunt Flow

Smashing together,

 laced up tightly…

'Murica,

Poetry reminds me of a full-bodied woman…

Smelling of empanadas and sage…

Humming over the pot 

As she takes

Taste,

After 

Taste,

After