I remember the smell of cigarettes,
And urine around every corner.
I remember the sight of littered streets,
And barely surviving homeless individuals.
I remember the never ending sirens of roman soldiers,
And the whirring of helicopters every night.
I've always wished for swimming pools,
And picket fences, but i've never realized the gifts I had.
Tough times taught to me see terrific in times of terrible.
I remember now.
The smell of grandma’s cooking that covered the whole house.
The sight of beautiful city lights that shine as bright as
The mighty sparkle in my mom’s eyes.
The roaring laughter of my family as we sat
Together and ate.
People strive for popularity and greenbacks But
I am content with the petite gifts I receive from life.
I am not the brightest.
I am not the best at anything.
I am not perfect.
But I am happy
And those moments are what I want to,