“Let’s face it,” said
my good friend, a man
I love and respect
“This is not a great city.
or even a good one.”

Oh I don’t know.

“It isn‘t. Too much poverty. Too
many niggers killing each other and
waiting to rob the rest of us,”
said my good friend, safely
white and gainfully employed,
educated with up to date texts,
and in non-crumbling school
Houses.

Perhaps. But I still think
that it’s great, you know.
In it’s own way. And to me.

My good friend clucks his
tongue against the lid of his mouth,
disapprovingly, sounding like
some sort of fowl. My good friend
does not believe in you, Philadelphia