Creative Writing

Poem: My City

This city I see graffiti from gangs. Sometimes when I walk, I smell someone Smoking a joint With their pit bull in A collar that has sharp points.   I love this city, Especially when I hear the ice cream man. I can feel the condensation when I’m drinking His coke can.
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Martin Meza

December 8, 2017

This city I see graffiti from gangs.

Sometimes when I walk, I smell someone

Smoking a joint

With their pit bull in

A collar that has sharp points.

 

I love this city,

Especially when I hear the ice cream man.

I can feel the condensation when I’m drinking

His coke can.

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