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I don’t know very much about myself but I know one thing, and it is as clear as my vision has ever been, everything about me is average, nothing is special. Not even the things around me are special any more, so why do they call it Grand Rapids anyways? There is no meaning to it I guess, just like a lot of things around here. Its just there, no reason, it just is. Actually, Grand Rapids couldn’t be any more of a stupid place, jeez, I lived here all of my life and heck it isn’t getting any better. Don’t you even dare think for one second that the buildings are great, tall and above all things, reflecting the intense amount of sunlight and refracting it in a wonderus blaze of colors. However, below the tall gigantic slick steel of the building are houses. Crammed tight together, small, old houses. So close that the grass is so faint that it is no longer seen. Sometimes conversations can be herd between the walls. In addition, these houses are not part of the problem, it’s the city around it. The city were gun shots are heard, the city were people are sitting by trash cans and calling it home, the city were cars drive slickly on the pavement. It’s a dangerous place not to be taken likely, and right stuck in the middle are the homes of innocent families trying to live about their lives. But it can not be helped, they are forced to live in this dirty place, this place were it is not safe, this place were it is named grand, such insolence. How dare they look about this area filled with the poor and homeless and slap a “grand,” label on it to put it aside, make people believe that it is such a place, such a place that it is called grand. What shame to be recognized as that, grand. This city doesn’t deserve such a title, nor does any other. For it is all lies, our slick tall buildings, our houses that hide the people inside, our titles that give us representation, and our skin that hides who we really are inside. All these things cover us like a blanket, fooling others into believing what they want, but underneath the skin is a heart. A heart that beats, a heart that loves. With our eyes we are unable to see this, but if you look further with your feelings, you will find something else. Grand Rapids, my home that I still hold onto with my heart, the place I was born, and lived for 10 years of my life. I passed on, I moved onto another city for me to live, but even behind the slums of my old home I still call Grand Rapids my home. Yes, I still think that it is not a safe place, and yes I still don’t want to live there. Nevertheless, when I did, I shall never forget the things that were implanted into my mind, the things that shaped me into who I am today. In time, I hope that I will come to respect and accept myself but until then, I shall live here. With my friends and family, a new start for a change. Yes, that has a nice ring to it. Change.
 [Caricature_of_Intimacy] · Thu May 10, 2007 @ 01:33am · 2 Comments |
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