My Hell


I am from the dirt underneath your shoes
The trash that lay on the sidewalks and streets
I am from the few parks in the neighborhood
The needles and dime bags hidden in the grass
As if it was an Easter egg hunt
I am from the toxic fumes that fill the air and hug my lungs
The smell of sewage leaking through almost every drain
I am from the laughing rain causing floods
The sinister flames that smother homes with its hot passionate love
I am from the pot holes in the streets
The sight of trees being cut down leaving small creatures homeless
I am from the loud music playing
Making the world shake as if it was one giant earthquake
The many different languages spoken as I walk down the block
I am from the darkest alley at night
The sunniest side of the street in the morning
I am from the gun shots heard only a few blocks over
The crackling noise of shattered car windows
I am from Hell
The place I call my home

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