crumbled on the ground
construction hats turned my way
telling me to give the wall a lot of space
this wall must come down for something new
give something else a chance, a part of me said
but the graffiti cried out to me
"what about us?"
I move forward
though it may strain to look back,
we must remember what we have come from
what we have gone through to get here.
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