I speak not of my city
Not because prettier climes lure me
I speak not of my city
Not because I forget
I turn away
Face another reality
Willfully rejecting the one
That sees my back.
In these ways and all moments, I
Silence the pain
Bury the longing under pillows
And sit on it.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Vox populi