I had expectations.
A city filled with neighborhoods that felt like
small towns with smiling faces
and people who knew my name.
That was the expectation and the want.
Now all I know is litter
and gun shots
and every kind of hope to be ignored
invisible, and left alone.
That is my town now.
Not a dream in my head or an idea.
But a hard
cold
place.
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