Casey Culture

I see a green tree 

I think of her

I see a green Starbucks straw

I think of her

I see a green road sign

I think of her 


Her is Casey 

A girl in a woman’s body 

With a culture entirely her own

I care for Casey it’s my job


Her needs are special 

As is she

Time with her is work

But it’s also what I need 


She inspires me

Teaches me 

And entertains me


Most of all her favorite color is green


Casey culture is its own breed 

It’s why I am writing 

I’ve also written more 

And if you care to implore 

I have a blog titled 

Casey culture 

I think of her.

This poem is about: 
My community
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