The Bay Area
The clear, cool breeze night in
the middle of an active city
The city lights illuminating the
graffiti art in an uninviting alley
The clank sound as you accidentally
crush dry, beer bottles mixed with damaged broken glass that belongs from the
windows of a broken into car
The ear splitting, shocking snore
of a poor homeless person asleep on the rock solid, chilly pavement
The delectable smell of opened
door restaurants
The powerful, thump of R&B
Hip –hop music playin’ from a stranger’s junkie, low riding car
The eerie feel of driving down
the steep, lofty San Fran streets swiftly
The diversity of the people
Every age, every race
Everyone with their own struggles
and stories, living life with a different view
An unknown, independent walking
boy, lost and corrupted by the ways of the city
An anonymous book and street
smart girl that outsmarted the city’s ways
The laugh of unwinding teens,
cousins, friends wandering around Pier 31
The ways of the city, the freedom
The sights good and bad, enjoyable
and humbling
The ways
The sights
The choices
The city’s life, the life inside,
out, and all around
The Bay Area
A home town is not just a place. It is life within itself where chaos and harmony is all in one. A place can bring a flood of emotions of joy and freedom, to a remembrance of pain, an imprint of the past. Bittersweet experiences. Similar to several places, nothing can never be experienced the same in place twice in the same manner. Certain familiar sounds of the place. The essence and aroma of a hometown during a certain time of year. A hometown is more than a place- the reason for an individual to have more than one.
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