Atlanta is the New Chicago

They call you over and sit you down,

“We’re moving again.”

“Again?” “Again.”

Where to this time?

Detroit? Boston? New York?

It doesn’t seem to matter,

The different cities all start to blur.

So you pack up your bags and say your goodbyes.

New house.  New School. The new kid again.

But there’s so much more,

A silver lining. A blessing in disguise.

There are also new friends, new opportunities,

and a new life.

Different cultures and ways of life come with every new home.

But the people you meet,

and the places you go,

they stay with you forever

and shape you into the person you are and will become.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world
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