Outside Life Poem by Annie Janine

Outside Life



While walking through
that jungle of concrete
that I call my home

where all the houses seem
glued together
and the cars honk
at the j-walking civilians

where the billboards and ads
scream to you
from high in the air

I stop to think
(in all that hustle and bustle)
what life is like
outside of this place

Sunday, May 18, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: concrete
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River Someday 20 May 2008

maybe some day you will find out.

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Annie Janine

Annie Janine

Brooklyn, New York
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