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