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Hometown
You ask to hug me and I accept
I jump into your comforting arms gratefully
It’s warm and sunny in there
You grip me and grip me and I start to sweat
I ask you to let go but you refuse until October
I walk along your beige sidewalk
I think of each step I take, not knowing where I’m walking to
I look at all the houses with dead grass lawns
I think about which one I would want to live in someday
I can imagine a life where I stay with you always
But we’ll probably get sick of each other
I brag about you to all my friends
“She’s the capital you know”
They all roll their eyes at my pride for you
But sometimes I complain about you too
I say that I get bored of you
They all agree and say that their city’s better
Then I defend you with my life
I walk through the buildings that seem huge to me
Others would probably scoff at them
Same as so many downtowns
But it’s better to me because I’ve found my favorite coffee shop
I order the same thing everytime I go there
But every time I get nervous to talk to the cashier
I forget about how wonderful you are sometimes
I beg for more things to do
But you just say I should be grateful
And you’re right, I should
So I do as you say and find beauty in everything
I find it in my school, the old architecture making it not so bad to come everyday
Or on the highway, staring at the hundreds of bright green trees
And in my bedroom, each object taking me back to a different era of growing up in you
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This poem is about the town I grew up in in, and still live in, Sacramento, California. I wrote for a writing class I was taking and am really proud of it. For me, this city and my childhood are so interconnected, which is what I tried to focus on in the poem. Sacramento feels like a parent figure to me because it’s like it raised me, and you feel safe and familiar there. But of course you can get sick it too. You just know that in the end you love it.