In my city the sky will never be pitch black

The fog is illuminated by the street lights

Strip clubs flash bright colors

Fluorescent blues and purples rotate around the signs

Gray pigeons flock away

As skateboarders roll down the hills

The privileged roll by in their black Ubers and yellow taxis

Drunk and ready to get to the next bar

Christmas-colored street lights

That reckless drivers choose to ignore

The homeless rummage through the garbage

The back alleys are where it’s dark, isolated from society

Dice are rolled, smoke is blown

Bright gunshots blasted

And my city keeps its life

Through the bright red flashes of ambulances