Two Anaheims (Poem)

You can't see the city I live in.

Yes we live in the same one

I can see yours but you cant see mine.

Mine is covered up by grand hotels

and the rat park that some have never gone to.

We get covered by firework fog every night

and the little ones can't sleep.

The ghetto bird flies up ahead

and that's the only time they want to see us there.

You can dress any way you want

and not get labeled, but we get stopped

and put on gang injunctions.

So yes we do live in the same city

but you don't see what we see