The city is loud,
Because,
Over the blaring horns
And the noise
Of a million people shouting,
They cannot hear
The fear in their own thoughts.
The city is busy,
Because,
When they are swept
Along with the flow,
When they are surrounded
By ten others like them,
They may no longer feel lonely.
The city is rude,
Because,
Beneath the racial slurs,
Between the catcalls,
And the dirty words
That may hurt you,
They mask their own insecurities.
Forgive the city, they don't know they are mean,
Let them pretend this is how it has always been.
Because,
Over the blaring horns
And the noise
Of a million people shouting,
They cannot hear
The fear in their own thoughts.
The city is busy,
Because,
When they are swept
Along with the flow,
When they are surrounded
By ten others like them,
They may no longer feel lonely.
The city is rude,
Because,
Beneath the racial slurs,
Between the catcalls,
And the dirty words
That may hurt you,
They mask their own insecurities.
Forgive the city, they don't know they are mean,
Let them pretend this is how it has always been.
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