Fulton
by DeMarie, 8th grade
I am from a place where l’trains scream in my backyard like babies; where dogs bark in the morning like roosters on a farm.
I am between k-town and l-town.
I am from a place where alley rats sneak around like ninjas.
Where truckers in the alley make their engines like lions.
Where the kids swing on trees like monkeys in Africa.
A place that smells like a dumpster, but like fried chicken on a Sunday night
I am from Fulton Street
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