San Francisco

A hill of poetry and prose

A mission turned heathen with

                Liberal anti-Christ

A paradox justified by ports

                                Overpopulation

And ‘why did this happen to me?’

Tourists ride trolley cars and enjoy the view of

                Different looking persons

Who thrive off the nervous glances, responding with

Growls and tongues

Victorian apartments with painted niches perch in rows

Condescending consumer complex’s

                I am misunderstood depending on my

                                Outfit and associations

But always adding to some stereotype

And hiding from the bourgeois enclave that is my

                Semi-permanent home