I love Arlington but I hate Virginia. How could a town so full of life be part of the last state to abolish slavery. At night the wind carries the howls and cries of all the innocent lives lost, tortured and left for dead. How could my love for a town flourish in such a hateful place. I used to go fishing under the key bridge. I rode my bike and ran the trail on 4 mile run. My exes left hickies on my neck but I pissed on the side of the bike trails marking my territory, my true love, Arlington. Lol. She kept my secrets, gave me refuge when I ran from the cops. She locked me up but would always let me free. I went to Abingdon, transferred to Glen Garten, Kenmore, and Washington Lee. I used to check out books at the library on Glebe Road. Arlington bred me, taught me and raised me. She disciplined me, left me alone on cold winter nights to contemplate my mistakes. It may rain and pour in my city but she doesnt hold grudges and the sun shines again. I should have never left her. I love my city, Arlington.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 18:13:13 +0000
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