Black city I

You have been used, abused
And exploited by your own.
Mistreated and humiliated
By those who’ve been inside you.
Raped and assaulted
By your own pimp,
And even by those you’ve fed
Your own milk and those who reached
New highs by stepping
On your corpse-like remains.
Yet flooded in tears, wounded by arms,
Slit into pieces, into sects and segments
By those who’ve grown up in your lap,
You crawl to them with open arms
And give them your last breath.
Those who took away from you
And never gave back.