I am FromA Poem by BellaMacI am from a place where the doves sing as the sun rises where the air is salty and fresh and the town never sleeps
I am from a place where kids sit on there stoops and play kick ball while they wait for the ice cream truck on a hot summer day
I am from a place where the alleys are my jungle and the closest thing to a tree is a telephone pole
I am from a place where the thunder of guns never stops nor do the tears of the ones who have lost
I am from a place where no one fears because its all they know
I am from a place that everyone seems to hate but no one wants to leave
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