So I wrote a personification poem for literature class and I thought I'd share it:

THIS OLD TOWN

The painted asphalt

Reaches its glass fingers

Skyward

The strands of land

Strive to blind the universe with

Their dazzling lights

The millions of rubber wheels

Whispering gossip all day

Creating quite cacophony

The thousands of breaths

Each minute

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

The lumps of gray and brown,

Lean towards each other

Conspiratorially

The silver bullets

Rival each other for speed

Shooting through the dirty tunnels

This Old Town

Reaches her arms out,

Calling me home

I wrote it about the city I grew up in, NYC, also the the biggest city in the USA and home to so many cultures and people. I'm proud of my city and its wonders and marvels. I love just being in the city, walking along the crowded streets and peaceful avenues. 

Sometimes I hate it too. NYC is home to so many poor and it's dirty, industrial and gross. It has its dark sides, but half of the time I love it. Especially when I find myself wandering among the halls of the New York Public Library or MET.