Chicago.A Poem by Naomi WIlliamsTwo million people with stories untold. Their bitter lives scarred by the affects of all the others settled around them. There really is a history hidden here. There are tears dried up in the cracks of sidewalks, and lipstick-written notes written in the bathroom stalls, scattered pieces of paper and bullets, and a man with a guitar playing for petty change. So many people live their lives wandering through the city known for famous firsts and tragic affairs. Yet most of these people ignore the strange others living around them, and they seem to miss the present. They don't listen.
© 2013 Naomi WIlliamsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNaomi WIlliamsRockford, ILAboutHi, I'm Naomi. I like Radiohead, indie movies, and concerts. I've been writing since I was around seven or so and this isn't the first time I've been on Writerscafe. I've had previous accounts with ho.. more..Writing
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