Marred cement


Defaced creamy sentiment


Dessicated arid air caressed the hairs on my tinted skin


Palpable dehydration kissed my neck




Cinnamon colored and dry air


Rubber heels burned


Weary soles marched


Dreary mahogany eyes charted


Herald of gullible leaders


Amelioration for the pueblo


I wish I saw trees


I wish the vegetation ensconced me


On the other side Katie has a backyard with trees


They sing happy afternoons with shade


Katie seems to breathe healthier


Trees for Katie


Cement for Carla

No Trees for Carla

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This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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