by Ellie Peterson, Grade 7

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by Jackson Van Meter

I come from a lake of polluted water and a hard-to-pronounce name,
I come from a street lit by dim lamp lights under dimmed stars,
I come from a city surrounded by water,
I come from a hot humid land of sweat,
I come from a small community of friends,
I come from a land of year-round warmth,
I come from a land of anoles basking in the sun,
I come from a neighborhood of tropical plants,
I come from a house with a tall weeping willow,
I come from a house that has seen many a storm,
I come from a cracked street across miles of bridges,
I come from a city full of art,
I come from a café full of deep fried, powder sugar coated goodness,
I come from a city more awake at night than during the day.