I Am From.... By Patrick Yang

I am from

Why don’t you come

 

I am from a world in pain

People who know of nothing but gain

 

I am from a world of green

But to be me, none can be seen

 

I am from a culture of greed

Of which I see no need

 

I am from where all who work to be rich are slaves

To fill the hole in their heart with the money they crave

 

I am from the two lands apart

The land my parents had to part

 

I am from a repeat of history

Yet there is still so much mystery

 

I am from within my soul

Looking for parts that make me whole

 

I am from doors left open

Place for futures to reopen

 

I am from a city where time is money

You might even think it is funny

 

I am from the city where money talks

Many people prefer to take walks

 

I am from a city with lots of waste

Another location for companies place

 

I am from one of the richest places

And all people it embraces

 

I am from where many people desire to come

Less and less this place doesn’t look glum

 

I am from hotdog stands

And music bands

 

I am from the things I see

My city is sits next to the sea

 

I am from my own intentions

Doing as I please