southeast

    Southeast

 

Smoke is the normal air you breathe

Outside all you hear is loud music

Under cars you see stray cats

The light poles blown out

Humourous drunk men flirting with teen girls

Earth looks trashy as the view you see

Alleys filled with bullet shells and shuttered glass

Streets tore up from constructors who never complete jobs

Tired street cats fighting for survival
 

This poem is about: 
My community

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