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by Bless

U think u know but u have no clue This is the place I call my home The South Side of Chicago Where bullets fly freely Un-Be-Live-A-Ble Now we call home Something strange... CHI-RAQ!?!?!?!? ........whoa!
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jwiener
This small poem is very strong, especially the play on words, turning the word "unbelievable" into "un-be-live-a-ble" which takes on a completely different meaning. You imply that the place you call your home is also a place where many fear for their lives. This is true about many living situations, and I am sure that this poem is one that many people can relate to.

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