"I feel like i have to like LA because if I don't, nobody will"
he said
with anger
with compassion
and it's true
nobody loves you
LA
New York is fantastic
and full of life
and flavor
San Francisco is
beautiful
and clean
and classic
Chicago
is the crown
of the midwest
But LA
is just LA
and it isn't
any of those things
But maybe
that's ok
maybe
LA is the flawed
family member
the down on it's luck friend
the oft forgotten
awkward
step child
of world cities
But it is real
it breathes
not with the sigh of mixed cultures
or passion of political past
but it burns
with its wide reaching
sprawl
it takes on the weight of more people
than of which live in it's borders
LA is not LA
but all of Southern California
It is all encompassing
rich and poor
glitz and murmur
legal and illegal
fake smiles
and dirty faces
LA is everything that it is
and it bears it for anyone to see
For all the talk of its surface
the heart of LA is where the beauty is
to watch the city at rush hour
arteries clogged
with the life blood of a region
everyone looking at the towers
the graffiti
the smog
the signs
and the abandoned factories.
LA is the past
and the present
without preservation
or kid gloves
it exists in all times
It holds much
and strains from the weight
That is why he loved LA
because LA is burdened
and alone;
Like so many of those under
it's care.
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