East Los Angeles Renaissance Academy

Poem: Misunderstood city

Overflowing with misunderstood generations

The people who won’t go down without hesitation

Outsiders are glad for what they have once they see us

Helicopters keeps us up at night, telling us to stay inside

I remember three guys enter a liquor store

They come out with a free reward, running off with two beer bottles

Kids kissing in parks, others passing a blunt

Tacos at the corner be brisk and get your order

The women come out of their church long skirts flowing with religion

The elote man passes by and honks his horn

This is my L.A.

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