Turn On A Rhyme

My Chicago I hate when you make loud sounds.
I hate when you make parents cry because they miss
their child who hides somewhere deep in the crowds.
I hate when you make me cry. I hate when you
make me mad even worse when you make me sad.
Because deep down I fear you because of the way
you sound because of the way you make people
cry and the way you put people 6ft under
ground.

The smells I fear are the nasty gas when the cars pass.
The sound I hate is the noisy sirens flashing
red and blue. I don’t know what to do. Chicago
Chicago the place I despise is the gross
old ally. Chicago Chicago the thing I love
is the smell of the flowers blooming in
the summer. The sound that shines on me
is the music in the streets. The place
I love is my daring home. Chicago Chicago
if I ever moved I would miss you because of
your tunes.

Kanye West one of the best to come out
the land of Chicago where everything
can turn into a violent matter where some
kids’ lives don’t matter holding out for
some justice and peace in the streets
where kids can’t even dream we need
a different soul

Oh how bad you smell,
the smell of wet grass
makes my insides go ew
but the smell of food gets
me in a better mood.
Hearing gunshots makes
me worry but hearing
the bell smooths my story.