This city (ayyeee) is my city (ayyyeee)

I never knew where home was
Until I saw it from the sky
Until reduced to lights and boxes
And I was miles high

Once shaped and shrunken down
foreign eyes can see no hook
Just lights enclosed in boxes
If they even choose to look

But I, I see dimensions
And know what they inclose
My neighbors, schools, and brothers
My world beneath my toes

Till I know another like this
I'll hold it to be true
That when flying from city to city
Home's the greater of the two




(Fun fact: when I first wrote this poem, it was about Chicago being the lesser of two evils. Then I changed my mind.)