I still think she’s beautiful

At times she isn't the cleanest under certain circumstances

Some people find love here, I guess you can can call it romance

Some people come back to her

Some people don't get second chances

I still think she’s beautiful

Being judged by the media

Kids don't play in her park anymore

Roses don't grow in her yard anymore

I still think she’s beautiful

I see what they don't

I accept what they won’t

The bad, the good

The fancy, the hood

The rich, the poor

Gaining justice and more

I can hear as she desperately cries out for help

Even when she’s covered in yellow tape

I still think she’s beautiful

I still think she's tasty

People might say she's ugly, but in my mind

I think she's beautiful

She’cago, Illinois.

From the 826CHI Student Publication: A Flower Blooming in the Dark

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