Atlanta is My Home.
face like sweet potato pies
full of auburn avenue's history;
face like civil right movements
civil wars with battles for equality;
face like stone mountain's engrave
remembrance of southern cultures arrive;
face like hot kitchen ovens
too hot summers to play outside;
American is my legacy,
Georgian is my family,
red dirt held a life sown,
Atlanta is my home.
face like Harlem's thrills
West End cooks up cultural flavors;
face like Beverly Hills
Buckhead strips cruise expensive savors;
face like Centennial Olympics
venues and parks remind of glorious days;
face like phoenix from ashes
arisen from fires less marks of rays;
American is my ideology,
Georgian is my civility,
hospitality in flesh and bone,
Atlanta is my home.
face like congestion
traffic stacking frustration on Grady curve;
face like Moses' following
churches find figures in high reserve;
face like corruption
political leaders secure their destinies;
face like high rising buildings
success sliding in reach for our families;
American is my mannerism,
Georgian is my bio-rhythm,
southern wombs carried me too long,
Atlanta is my home.
Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004