You live in a place, where you will be judged,
Not by your intelligence or talents,
For here beauty is of utmost importance,
What you wear is all that matters,
You live in a place,
Where many are rich,
Even more are poor,
The poor are scattered among among the streets,
Well the rich sit inside to feast,
You live in a place,
No matter how imperfect,
It is yours,
This is your home.