San Francisco

A hill of poetry and prose

A mission turned heathen with

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A paradox justified by ports

������������������������������� Overpopulation

And �why did this happen to me?�

Tourists ride trolley cars and enjoy the view of

��������������� Different looking persons

Who thrive off the nervous glances, responding with

Growls and tongues

Victorian apartments with painted niches perch in rows

Condescending consumer complex�s

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������������������������������� Outfit and associations

But always adding to some stereotype

And hiding from the bourgeois enclave that is my

��������������� Semi-permanent home