Charm City's Calling

B'more my B'more, what can I say?

I left running. Not from you, you're beautiful.

I left trauma. I left pain.

I left abuse. I'm not the same.

I left family. I left friends.

I lost my mom. It had to end... so I ran.

Track shoes laced; baby on my back. I ran.

To flip the script and inflict the same.

Upon those who came from me - carried my name.

Lied to myself. Pushed it down, not out.

Thinking I knew what life was all about.

I was clueless. Better now. Still going. And will...

Will teach them better. Heal the hurts and pain.

Lead with love. Correction without the drain.

Teach hugs and kisses without cringe.

B'more, I love you, but you did me in.

Thought I'd never return. Ever.

But just your soil under my feet makes me feel better.

The smell of blue crabs, lake trout fried just right...

The city is different; you're still a wonderful sight.