Dear Milwaukee

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: December 20, 2016

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Kalyn Sias – Chaney About 357  Words
120 E Silver Spring Drive
Whitefish Bay, WI 53217
414.223.3456
ksiaschaney@dhs.dominicanhighschool.com
 

 

 

 

 


 

DEAR MILWAUKEE

A Story by

Kalyn Sias-Chaney

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At one I learned how to walk.

At two I could fully talk.

Three years old I knew I lived in Milwaukee.

Not till I was six I realized I was very lucky.

I had a mother that always wished to hug me,

And a sister that “claimed” she didn’t love me.

At eight I understood the word misfortunate.

I had a roof over my head, but others were less fortunate.

Tons of children in my community lived in poverty.

But at the age of twelve what concerned me,

Was my father not being fatherly.

 

My life flashed before my eyes.

As I realized this whole time my city was under disguise.

As I got older the segregation I saw was quite a surprise,

And the racism didn’t die but rather outsized.

My mom tried to protect me, she tried to hide it.

But it’s not hard to see, you couldn’t fight it.

Sixteen years old, and you still can’t hide the fact

That my city, your city is not intact.

Milwaukee is the most segregated city in the country.

Some laugh but I don’t find anything funny.

 

To me we are a joke of a city.

They laugh, but they don’t have pity.

The name of my city is Milwaukee,

But others “joke” and call it kill Waukee.

We complain and cry about fairness and segregation,

But we harm one another out of aggravation.

Its crazy right?

How such a beautiful city can give you the biggest fright?

Your home,

Your soil,

The one thing you’ve known your whole life.

 

Listen.

This is not your former “I have a dream speech”.

And I’m not the one to just sit here and preach.

But rather tell you

It’s about that time that we all catch a clue.

We need to come together

Hand in hand, and end this bad weather.

Every gender, every race, every age, together like God wanted us to.

 

Really open your ears and receive what I am telling you.

In a blink of an eye,

I’m telling you this is not a lie.

If we come together,

We can make our city better.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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