Girl from the city
I’m from prejudice from uppers
and arrogance from lowers.
I'm from abuse and neglect
to building independence and self respect.
I’m from family to family
to foster to foster.
I’m from love to someone else
But hate towards myself.
I’m from blossoming trees and
blooming flowers.
I’m from roaring sounds in Toyota Park
to children playing at head start.
I’m from home to home
and school to school.
From place to place
To my families disgrace.
Wisping through the wind,
I always see you
You never see me
Sincerely
The girl from the city.
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