Where It Began

I was born on a cobblestone road, where the rains always flood, and the sewers run high. I had it better than most. I was shaped by the ever changing wind, and by two who can say they have sinned. I was taught to fight through any struggle, and drink the blood from my wounds. I learned to raise my fist and protest, and to spit in the eye of those I detest. In that place of steam heat and misty skies, I was purged of my innocence. It's where I sweat my bones for a better life. In these days you'll find me sitting easy, where the food stacks high and the drinks are plenty.