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My Neighborhood


My neighborhood is small

every step you take you get closer to your destination 

nothing is never to  far its always right there

in my neighborhood your porch is my porch and my porch is yours its like we all knocking on the same door

when you sleep its not quiet you still hearing voices through the walls.

My neighborhood is like a jungle 

every wire from the lightposts swing and dangle every night 

instead of waking up to the birds chirping we wake up to screaming voices

when you walk through my neighborhood it makes you sad

we might smile and laugh but inside it is not the same

My neighborhood is ready for a change.

 

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