This CityA Poem by QuinnSpoken PoetryIt’s this city It’s this city that makes me keep going keep moving that makes me keep walking along those pavements those roads It’s this city. It my place my life and when I leave it I feel lost But I remember it’ll be there when I get back that my friends, my family, they’ll be there The green of the walk each day, the cold wet slabs beneath my worn and tired feet It’s this city this life that makes every moment every feeling joy and sadness it’s this city making it like a story for me that keeps going all the time It’s this city it’s the rivers that keep my story going that rush through my veins pushing more It’s this city the air so full of life and movement, although smokey it’s still better than the rest This city might be where I smoke the most, where I drink the most, where I f**k up the most but because I’m in this city, I feel good, great and although these all take moments, minutes, hours even from me, this city gives me more It’s this city that gives me every opportunity to give up but has held me back it’s the way it grabs me pulls me in Every walk down the beaten track along the lines I trace each day, because I can’t control where I put my feel it’s all new It’s this f*****g city man This city’s my home and I don’t plan to leave © 2017 QuinnFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on February 27, 2017 Last Updated on February 27, 2017 Tags: city, glasgow, home, spoken poetry AuthorQuinnGlasgow, United KingdomAboutSad AF. Dysfunctional AF. Queer AF. He/Him. Trans-guy. Bisexual. I am a first year university student in Glasgow who has been writing poetry since 2014 to varying levels of success. I also perf.. more..Writing
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