A Poem Born in L.A.

Like a true son

Of Los

It keeps rising

Like a true heir

Of Los

It keeps lifting

Ocean grains,
Earth rains,
Desert range
Stars changed

Worlds estranged
Land rearranged,

Renaming
Los.

Los Cuentos,

Es tiempo.
Lo Siento
Los Angeles

It’s

Cuentos’

Time.

J.T.

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J.T.

Born and raised in the Los. Los Cuentos. J.T.