Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Philadelphia









I've lived in this city my
Entire
Life,
But I have never actually
seen
anything. 
This city is a place where we
and everyone else 
can
be
whoever we want to be.
It's a beautiful city with
buildings my neck strained to see
murals that appeared so real,
I wondered to myself, 
don't I know her?
The people, some nice
who smile at you
even though they have their front teeth 
knocked out,
Some in a hurry who 
shoulder past you and you try
to squeeze your body close together
so they won't miss their
9:40 train.
There's streets, quiet and tucked away
by the green trees 
away from the busy streets.
Freedom of speech.
People who are against abortion and are not afraid
to let those people two feet away from them know it.
The city where you see
women, men and kids
sitting under a huge tree
living there struggling 
just
to see
tomorrow. 
And we stick our noses up at them
For what?
A city
that has so much history
and everyday as the hard hatters
dig
and shovel down under the ground 
we're getting more and more
history. 
I see people from different countries
come here and start a new life 
because it's possible and they can.
And they're doing
well. 
The city
of individuality
diversity
history
busy.
My city,
Philly.



1 comment:

  1. I love the picture of Philly. I really like the last 7 lines of your poem it was really clever. It was cool how even though you live in Philly you still don't know that much about it.

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