maelynslavik

They call it “the hood.”

We call it family.

They call it “ghetto.”

We call it culture.

It’s loud — but it’s home.

The ice cream truck rings at the same time every day.

Once upon a time you were the girl with too much passion. 

You tried your very hardest to be in love with the world,

and it made you beautiful. 

But you lost that person to love,

Today I thought I looked pretty

It must have been a trick of the light

I can't fall asleep in this city

I wish that you'd come stay the night.

Last week I talked to you for hours