Atlanta
I'd rather have my stars
I'd rather have that dream
That air
That open space
Atlanta: she moves with the speed of a turtle
Though her very name suggests fast-paced
Her arteries are clogged
As we trickle forth within congested veins
With others on our way to nowhere
Vibrant, promising, pride
Alive, unhealthy, though
Yes, I'd rather have my stars.
