Where I live right now
I can’t quite call it ghetto
nor can I call it a place
where I can walk freely with ease
it’s a lovely shithole,
is the best way I can describe it.
Its funny that when I take a drive
through the nice, pleasant neighborhoods,
these areas are what you call gentrified,
while areas that I live in now,
one would call them ghettofied.
Yet where I live,
I consider it the true heart of the city,
see all walks of life pass by here
and admire at what takes place,
whether a botched drug deal at midnight,
a homeless man sleeping in my laundry room,
throwing a beer bottle at a raving deranged drunk,
partaking in late night papusas,
and listening to the ghetto birds chirping nonstop,
this is what I call home.
My parents wish me to live in a better place,
and I won’t lie,
I wish I did too
but at the same time,
there’s no place like home.