after volunteering with kids on the lower east side i roam home through chinatown and try not to get pissed about the disgusting fishy guts smell and actually take a moment to reflect and have some nice and unjaded thoughts and am taken aback by myself

can get
you want
in chinatown
there are
streets there
that don’t
even exist
it’s not
who you know
the egg roll
or Tokyo
nor the
barrier of
it’s really
about what
you don’t know
for every time
you teach
a child
you realize
that they
are really

Angela J. Perry

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