East Los Angeles Renaissance Academy

Poem: East Los

East Los

Where you can find a street vendor in every corner

East Los

Where no one feels like a, foreigner

East Los

Where low riders cruise around bumpin’ oldies

East Los

Where walls are filled with wild colors and masterpieces

East Los

Where nights are filled with sound of sirens and blue and red lights

East Los

My dearest home

 

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