: Dear Detroit,
Like you, I have been turning into a grey remnant of once burnt fire within the cinder blocks. I have hardened with the hardship; I have changed colors and purposes. I know this exterior exhibits no charm, if not fear, to the ones that come in contact. It wasn’t a choice, as you know. Us being lump of clays helped nobody, I suppose.
Now when we are not being burnt and bruised, we don’t help anybody either. That’s how they do it, right? You will know a thing or two about being burnt and left. You remember your glory days much? The golden ones? Oh! The rush must have been enthralling! I can only imagine.
I walked all over your heart to find a beat once. I guess I forgot you don’t breathe anymore. Cities don’t do so, you know.
You are good, Detroit! I see myself in you.
We build people up, Detroit, whether they see us or not.
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