I Am the City: the Being

Words unsaid can be undone And in this way our liberty's forgone Are we so abandoned in our quest for the throne That we leave each other starved, carved and alone? That we remain quiet in the face of adversity In hopes that there is still a round-about way to own the city What you fail to see Is that the city is me A thought unspoken goes unheard It is like an unsolved crime Where for a time, the criminal is you Why do you not speak, but fester instead With this confession rotting inside of your head Think not, want not. You've made your thinking so breezy That you've made it easy For the media to pull a fast one on you I shall scream it until I'm hoarse. When and why did the war against terror change its course? Because they're traitors? Because of treason? To what cause? Treason is just reason, with a cross in front of it Think about it And still, the question is unanswered, like so many others. When did curfew begin to extend past the street lights? When did guns begin to define a fair fight? When did learning become memorization? When did pharmaceuticals begin to run the nation? When did black on black violence become a second rate topic in rap? Replaced by the conformity of uptowns and throwbacks and caps? When did nineteen become the average High School graduation age? When did teen pregnancy set the stage for the commonplace? When did Latinas forget that sexiness is more than an outfit? When did New York become so counterfeit? When, when or more importantly why? And perhaps I will believe no answer, because… My thoughts design me, but It is my voice that defines me And I am what society is afraid to see I am a 30 line long side effects warning label I am the lesson in Aesop's fables I am the contradicting line in your history book I am beauty that warrants a second look I am the reason for which lightly you tread Because I am the voice inside of your head I simply am I am the reason you hate and love the city But what you fail to see Is that the city is me