Can you see me?
I came here in my mother’s mother’s womb warm walls.
Been here long enought to call it my own, my home-
where the orange blossoms of tomorrow
call California today. No
Dust Bowl blues bound Oakie
on the road to lost wanderlust,
or condoms and needles lining the cathederal forest floor
gonna flip this bitch- I ain’t for turning back.
Give me Ms Liberty, scales and all
and I’ll make her stand tall and proud again. I’ll
give her a face and eyes this time-
hands for doing. Sunset Boulevard
may be littered with stars, but
I am real and here and now and
full of wine turning back to water
and the promise of a million other untold miracles.
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