The City seems to drag me down,
it’s grey and big,
and leaves me with a frown.
I try and smile,
for those around,
but that just drives me,
towards a sound,
a noise that I can seem to hear,
a noise to make me disappear,
into a background where the rest dare follow,
because no one likes to be swallowed. 
They walk in Suits and all,
hoping they too don’t fall,
for the City is not too kind to those,
who are so rude and turn up their nose,
they are so brash and some even daunting,
unlike the shade of red who seems to be flaunting,
her God-given right to look cool and suave, 
She sticks to her own lane,
And paves her path,
for the City cannot reach certain ones,
who know their own worth,
who stick to their own guns,
so keep your head up and look onwards,
as the city can see those who look downwards,
you’ve been here a while,
you do belong,
the city is listening,
so sing out your song.

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