I Grew Up In These Buildings
I grew up in these buildings
In long bland hallways of white
In hospital cafeterias
In bright fluorescent light
And though others smelled only Windex and disease
I grew up in these buildings,
And saw only what I could be
I have my dream-
A crisp white coat aim
A jacket like my mothers
And it will read my name
But even though I am made of that brick
I cannot yet call these buildings my own
I must start far down that rugged path
And work my way home