Hypocrites live on the East Side

But this is America
Rings like a bad pop song
In our collective ears
While we walk through the
Dense streets of SoHo
Once upon a time this island
Was just farmland layered with
Grime until we arrived at 1977
And in the darkness we
Spray painted our greatest desires
On sidewalls to commemorate
The richness of living together
Now we live preserved in framed
Artwork like a satirical museum
Tripping and laughing and
Emptying wallets in the hopes
Of finding something real of
Pealing back the layers of paint
And shopping bags to find the
Reality of New York instead of
Finding our own empty
Reflections staring back accusatory

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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