My city’s streets are nappy. They intertwine and knot like matted hair.
They are freeform, judged by their appearance and deemed unprofessional.
They twist violently; won’t detangle without pain.
My city’s streets are thought to have bad roots.
-That can’t be combed through or conditioned.
-That won’t ever straighten out.
-That are flooded with chemicals, easily breakable, and unkept.
-That will never detangle, style, or form into an acceptable likeness.
-That are damaged and unhealthy.
My city’s streets are nappy. They intertwine and knot like matted hair.
They are thought to be unmanageable.
I assume that’s why they cut us.
And dye us.
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Chris Webb
Poet/writer, and filmmaker looking for a social network that doesnt resemble a high school lunchroom. Let's hope this is the library. www.chriswebbspeaks.com
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