Los Angeles breathes,
Cries acid raid and exhales smog
Her veins are plagued with gang violence like a sickness
And her desperate cries for help are the sounds of sirens
Bloodstains, old and new, s'residue visible throughout her rough concrete skin
A constant victim of rape and they write it on her sacred walls
Her body is a battlefield
Gunshots piercing her skies as soon as the night falls
She may never heal
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Well written, PP, and so true. And that is why I live in Hawaii with the trade winds and clean air!
Thank you for your feedback! Greatly appreciated
Great use of metaphors to express a so, so sad reality! Nicely done PP.
Thank you I appreciate the kind words! Unfortunately what goes on in Los Angeles happens in just about any city.
Good wrote that could speak to alot of people man the shit deep down within that no one likes to talk about
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