New York City

November 2, 2010
By laurennaida BRONZE, Leesville, Louisiana
laurennaida BRONZE, Leesville, Louisiana
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gold foiled rooftops descend into the filth streets flooded with rats
cockroaches scattering stench of p*** blown into your face
violent exchanges poverty encased children
dreams dying out kept down by incompetence
completed in an never ending circle of life
Is this New York?

The author's comments:
For most of my life I have grown up in various locations in New York City from the Bronx, to the streets of Brooklyn. Most people don't stop telling me how awesome it must be to have lived somewhere so "amazing", as they put it. I find it hard to explain it to them how dreadfully depressing it was living there. They are blinded by the bright lights that only gives them insight into the lives of those on top. In this poem I guess I am trying to give a little more of my own personal insight on the matter.

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