At heart I'm a passionate city girl, stuck in the disgusting smell of the country feilds. I ride past Harrisburg, every other Saturday, and see the big city. It fills me with a longing and a feeling of being and outcast. I'm no child, born on a farm, I don't have a farmer's tan. I don't know how to farm or anything. All I know is the longing to be back where I dream of being. The city. Tall buildings, many people. The open space feels, off. New Jersey, I was born and raised most of my life. Up to age 10. How I wish to be back, the many buildings, gazing up at the tall buildings. I still remember the roads, leading to Quick Check. I still remember how to get to the Barbor Shoppe. I still know how to go all the way to Wal*Mart, even the mall. But I get stuck, of all places, in a feild. The most opposite, and foreign thing to me. The roads turn hard. The hills steep low. Some hills seem verticle, a mountain, but no, it's just a hill. I live on an inactive volcano. You can't find them in New Jersey, and I really never wanted to. I miss the flat land, the tall buildings, something about the tight space makes me feel at peace.
Don't keep me on a feild, near a farm.
Keep me close to the cities I know.
I'm like any other,
A true City Girl At Heart.
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