I live in a small town

Full of the artists of my generation and

Of the immigrants of America;

The ones who accept all and none.

To some, it is a rich town.

To us, it’s a vortex.

A place where you are trapped,

Unless you are intelligent enough to escape.

It’s a town with a history

Like all the others

A dark history, a dark pattern

Like the others

Racism, Witch craft, Murder, Drugs

But of course that’s the past

One that few want to remember

Ignorance is bliss

We tried to change it.

But history repeats itself

In defiance to Life

And to humanity

They draw aliens by my windows.

They shot at the Hispanic man making a living.

He told me that I don’t belong.

She overdosed.

He was shot in the chest.

She committed suicide.

He jumped.

She’s pregnant.

His mother died.

She cuts,

He screams,

She’s beaten

I cry

They scream

I live in a small town

We think we are different

Yet we are the same.

History repeats itself