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Porous asphalt, And bandaged, quilt Homes puncture the Neighborhood, Which reads like a tattered American flag; all Coke Ads and weight loss Billboards, Half-burnt houses slant, Like the hills of San Francisco— Our own makeshift cable Carts, limping up And down the inclines. We are slowly being burned By our once golden sun— Having been taught to Bleach ourselves Pale, tucked shamefully In the shade. Makeshift shanty towns Which smell of mildew And processed laundry soap, Flimsy tin roofs Tied with Kleenex and Pizza Hut tarpaulins. The fact that this neighborhood Was christened "Freedom" Strikes an empty pang.
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Kalayaan Avenue
Porous asphalt, And bandaged, quilt Homes puncture the Neighborhood, Which reads like a tattered American flag; all Coke Ads and weight loss Billboards, Half-burnt houses slant, Like the hills of San Francisco— Our own makeshift cable Carts, limping up And down the inclines. We are slowly being burned By our once golden sun— Having been taught to Bleach ourselves Pale, tucked shamefully In the shade. Makeshift shanty towns Which smell of mildew And processed laundry soap, Flimsy tin roofs Tied with Kleenex and Pizza Hut tarpaulins. The fact that this neighborhood Was christened "Freedom" Strikes an empty pang.
Guilty.
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jedd-ong
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
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