A landscape poem I wrote in 2017 that was more of a venting session of every problem I had with the city I was born and raised in before I learned to love it.
My birth place. My dad’s birthplace, where he was born and raised, poor as hell. Where my mother lived and my grandparents, where he and my mother met and married.
My birth place. My dad’s birthplace, where he was born and raised, poor as hell. Where my mother lived and my grandparents, where he and my mother met and married.