Ode to Chicago, part 1

Oh, Chicago

a wound in my heart that will never heal

for it is you that have raised me

it is you that have shown me

one day could be summer, winter, spring and fall

tornados, and flash-flood warnings

Black, White, Arab, Middle-Eastern, Desi, Polish, Hispanic, Asian, Italian, or African communities and their mixing

watching time pass sitting on porch stoops

the smell of BBQ in the summer, drugstores

cornrows, microbraids, currency exchange

reggaeton, Rap, R&B, Pop and Country blasting in cars

red cardinals and winter, squirrels runnin