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the woman on Jackson and Clark that sings hymns to the pigeons that coo with every psalm. my neighbor three doors down who comes home looking tired and defeated
  The sunrise and the lake tides merged together as I sat on the cold stone concrete The colors of the sky dripped into color and the tides moved as precise as a heartbeat
Agoraphobia. Noun.  Extreme irrational fear of entering open or crowded places, of leaving one’s own home, or of being in places from which escape is difficult.    Chicago, sometimes Chi-raq by the 
Towering mirrors, shining bright Imposing marble, a milky white Rich velvets, in richer reds Abundant gold, etch overhead.    Mon Dieu! Fountainebleau et Palais Versailles.
Back when I used to be ghetto South Side adopted the unwanted café. Unsought browns from segregated tribes brewing every tres leches cake & green lake
My dad got remarried when I was ten. To a woman whose hugs smelled like three shots of tequila before church, we lived in a cracked window, bug baited, squeaky apartment
Oh Chicago, how you eat its young with passion in the night. Oh Chicago, how you reveal a love soliloquy from Frank himself.
My dear Joy Dorany,
Can you believe that a Rose grew through the Cold streets of Chicago? A Rose that flew into stardom and was Haroleded as "The Heir to Jordan's Thrown". A Rose that rejuvinated an entire City and represented Hope. Can you
I hear a voice ring loud and clear And I look around quite in fear That perchance it might be mine.   What is this strange young thing I have found?
The city lives there on the  sidewalks of West Rogers Park Chicago. I can hear its rhythm
poetry finds me words unhinged in melatonin miracles that reside in a cracked projector lens and the soft curls of a projected boy who spits rhymes in shared atmospheres of breath.
There are many detriments about my city I won't say the name because I'd rather show you There are killings back to back Cops kill civilians, civilians kill civilians, civilians kill cops
I can see the highway. I lay way back with my feet on the dashboard. My boredom overtakes me. It takes me a second to gather my thoughts.
My name is Elandra Rene From the distant planet of Chicago Right here on Southside       Don’t call my home, “Chiraq”… “Chi-Town”, “Chi-City”, or “The Windy City” will do just fine.
A friend told me once of l’appel du vide: a phenomenon in which a perfectly sane man can stand on the edge of a cliff--  
I am from the spoon I love to eat from, from tofu and broccoli and Country Harvest $3.50 bread. I am from the cold, mountainous and busy city. I am from the grass, the dandelion and the leaves.
I am Chicago.  Chicago is only two glocks for one block get shot at bus stops hide out from white cops if he flip-flops he's an OPP   POSITIONS! Now we on a mission
it starts with hot breath   he leans in to kiss her  
on the corner of Madison and Wells, a ghost with a gray cotton tee and tattered jeans saw my red lace dress and started deer hunting. he wasn’t timid, only lanky, and gripped the ground 
i cant dream and im not sure why everything i've ever seen hurts me, i cant help it but when things get tough i feel like screaming these things just aint easy everybody wants to know if im insane
this life of mine is strange, i change, and people still dont recognize i fight but i never die, struggle and never cry it gets hard sometimes, god dealt me a wierd hand and its not easy to understand
20,000 years ago, when the temperature became just right, a great glacier shifted. It scraped and pressed into the earth,  digging and cutting in a northerly direction,
I've always told myself... maybe one day, things will change, now things have changed i dont have to cry at a young age because im hungry now im making money, before i used to get beat up
When I was younger all I could think about was going back to Chicago but now I see it's just because of the memories I had there.
I sit here and think....wheres my life gonna take me?maybe one day ill play for the bears or maybe i wont stop stressin, and keep sending out prayers i never thought i would make it out of the hood 
  Our lips taste of salt as we sit at the back of an overcrowded classroom. Information passes through our ears as heat waves.   Sweat stains have no place in the classroom.
When the skyline comes into view, I feel it.  When I crane my neck and squint my eyes to see the very top of the Sears turned Willis Tower, I feel it.  That sense of longing and that sense
Guns are firing. Kids are dying. Parents cry. All the police do is sigh. Another one dead and gone. That's another bed empty and alone at home. This shit is like a cycle.
A few streets down away from this perfected outer shell of blissful indulgence that we have created lies a city of distorted faces, starvation, violence.  
 I chose to right in the Comic Sans MS format. It seemed only right, because this is seen as a joke. So many lives taken, or stolen to say the least. Still, this is not for you.
City looked so pretty I hadda put a ring on it. Faces I probably will never see again The darkness swallows her. Before bussiness started, he had to test her The best thing was watching you grow
Chicago a city full Of industrial mountains and people with Hope.   Wind, storms, and Fires touch the city. But the Passion, Support, and Hope Never Dies.  
I dream of a world where there's peace.
When you pass down the streets in Chicago, Cleveland, and Atlantic City, you see it in their eyes. They’re not yet sixteen, acting eighteen, Driving their moms up a wall when they don’t come home for supper.
Potholes everywhere Taking over our city 
I'm different, I'm just Different I'm everywhere yet nowhere, I'm neither here nor there I'm everybody yet nobody at all I'm different  I'm like a missing piece of a puzzle
They look at the color of my skin See ink running down my limbs And the illusion is set in their minds   Suddenly I have a new face   They spit words out Calling me gangbanger
There were streets like bombed out cities, Canyons and craters filled with water. Rubble on the sidewalk where you're walking a vacuum to hear yourself talking.
I Made It High school graduation, 4 years just to see the day Never been to jail, no kids, most of my peers can’t relate As a young black male they say we won’t succeed
"I can sleep through gunfire," He said to me one nightDouble parked in parking lotHalf past closing time
City Streets of Chicago,  my hometown, my motto Everyday I hear on the news someone got shot, Bang Bang,Bang Bang,Bang Bang, 6 shot's fired, 3 dead  found in the parking lot.
A changing world we live in Where are the times when logic was alive Where fast killing booming sticks didnt kill the young, causing castrophic dive, A place where we seek ever lasting peace,
And I’m from the murder capital where they murder for capital Heard about at least three killings this afternoon Looking at the news like "damn! I was just with him after school"  
  every exasperated sigh is a painful reminder of how unhappy you are here. I cringe when I hear you You are like a machine on its last run, ready to give in at any given moment
My face burns red Fiery, flustered, forgoing. Nostrils condense, eyes moisten. “This is Bat Country” her coy smile appeared to howl at me as I was lost in the chaos.
The Acre of Broken Dreams (Ghetto Concrete Lines) By Majae Brown Jackson and Pulaski Broken acre of Dreams From which many weeds grew
“Empacó un par de camisas, un sombrero Su vocación de aventurero, seis consejos, siete fotos Mil recuerdos”
Fast moving, Cars zooming. Buildings towering, Ever empowering. Ships gliding, Tour guiding. Ever improving, Always booming.
I find myself wandering Lost Just walking Pacing Back and forth Thinking About changes That can be made Changes That can bring about my escape My heart races At the slightest ideas Lifting off into space From this place Called Earth Where people s
On my path, I'm headed for hell Today, I snuck in God's house 'cause he don't know me that well But upon entrance a preacher caught me and called me by name He said "I don't know why you're here, but I'm glad that you came,"
If I could wander these city paths with you forever That would be true eternal bliss Because the cars whizzing by, the skyscrapers tearing holes in the bright blue sky
You're hot then you're cold, you play with me. Make me dream big things within your limits. They tell me you're bad, corrupt and dirty but I like everything about you I'll leave you soon, I tell everyone
Chicago shall rise again. This phrase, from ashes rose But I see a city again with flames rising high Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime. A Chicago whose politicians are varied
Northside Hospital: Atlanta, Georgia [Dying Woman Isolated]
The Windy City Where guns haunt innocent souls This city is cold The world claims to care With more killings than the war It is hard to sleep
With every gunshot I watch my city tumble, tearing into all.
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