An Ode to my second home - a poem
Stars twitching, Stripes flaring. Ramshackle buildings, Next to glass castles. Electricity halfhazardly thrown into the sky, Watching over the too-big cars, Driving on the too-big streets pushing away the sidewalks. Large Yellow signs and larger billboards clamoring for attention, Next to Strip Malls and impeccable yards. Miles of well-kept gras hiding the loneliness between houses, The cheap wood behind the pompous front steps and glued on stone facade. States are countries apart, Different shapes, different colours, different sizes. Still they all have the same red-white-blue promise of unity. Land of the privileged, admired, scared, poor, forgotten, mistreated. Yet land of the free. Five years I spent, Trying to convince myself that this place meant nothing to me. But amidst it all, I see stars twitching, Stripes flaring. Among the fake smiles, I hear real laughter. And I realize, How much I missed it all. Obligatory ramble starts here :) A bit of c...
