I shame my city
and for what?
it's a misplaced spite

deep down I know
what's really true
about what's on its mind

well acquainted with
the hills
complacent with
the heat

horse trails for side streets

I know the right speed
to maximize efficiency
when driving up mt. Washington

and for some inconceivable
reason, bear in mind
l'm also still disgusted,
I can still tolerate the people

there is beauty to be found here
love to be made here
new levels to be attained,
just like any other place

I'll make sure to remember
the Victorian trees & flowers
like a painting made by
those chosen few
forever moved and
forever still at home

the bad exists because we are
still human

my city is my city
any city is any city
and you can't be truly
happy anywhere

without a little ****
self awareness