Sun shines in my ghetto, the asphalt is velvet under my feet. Matchbox houses close together, the grass the color of wheat. Melting pot of cultures, none are inferior to the other. Our children ride their bikes together like sisters and brothers. People ask how can i live in such a place. The answer is, i see no color on their face. My shack is my castle and i sit upon the throne. Stronghold for my family, no need for pity to be shown. We live like pioneers, bare necessities are suffice. My neighbors lend a helping hand and do so without a price.
