Heart of the City

I walk the streets
Yearning for the sense of community
Every neighborhood I go to
The spirit of the block enters me
More prevalent than the epidemics
More benevolent than any minister
Every sinister walks through the streets
Lending their steps together
Creating the city's heartbeat
So much graffiti
It ends up feeding me
Culture
Colorful but choking me
Suffocating me like the smoke and smell that comes from the stinch of the torn down buildings
Cabrini Green
Roshonda is Black
Kelly is White
And the divide between them is fast food sign bright
Only one more killer of my people
Not even the highest church steeple can provide salvation
In this nation
My people are disadvantaged
Treated like were savages
This is my culture
These are my streets
My city is always loud
Can't you hear our heartbeat?

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