This Is My City

        This city is like a person whom is a country narrow-minded hillbilly.  Where other "foreign" people, African-Americans, are judged by their complexion.  When you saw her, you can smell her dusty, dirty, dry scent from miles away.  Her hair shorter than any side road.  It only took you a millisecond to see her as a whole.  She is short like the length of her nose.  Only half a centimeter.  Not thicker than a pencil.  Only her eyes defined her style.  Eyes filled with hatred.  Looking at others as if she was looking a ghost.  Older than a tree, she couldn't be living anymore for much longer.  Her feet and legs looked very deserted is if she has been walking on the beach sand for decades.  Nothing could heal this cold soul, the devil took her life and threw it out like it was nothing but a piece of trash.  Everyone hated it but the ones who was there for every event that occurred with her.  If you didn't leave her alone, you would be dragged down with the chaos and tragedy.