Where I'm From


I'm from a place where blue lights are everywhere...
Crime is in the air.
Every night, you hear the screams of a woman,
but nothing on the news the next day.
I found a bloody pair of shoes under my Dad's vehicle.
Where I'm from,
Its kinda sad, though-
Junkies run up and down the street for some weed,
Drugs conquer the streets.
But I look outside my window and see beauty:
Flowers in bloom, and animals all about.
Park Heights has its doubts.
Now, it's like music to my ears: "Soap, two for a dollar!"
People with signs.
As I look, I say, "What a poor waste of good skin.
Where I'm from!

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