New York City

Blaring horns

The booming sound of voices around me 

Foreign words, unfamiliar faces 

Towering architecture 

rendering me anonymous 

It’s frigid and gritty 

but i feel warm and at home 

Hustling and commotion 

Everyone working in devotion 

amidst the glaring lights 

I now want more 

than my safe quiet town 

I have found the rest of the world 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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