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Geography of Me by J.C. Chip on my shoulder, Boston born but Malden's my home. But live kind of far from the center where trains, cars, planes, and busses are like chauffeurs that help move culture. Absurd is this region New England, seasons, and here's my reason. Winter springs to Summer, Summer Falls to Winter, it happens so fast it feels like a blur.Cold is my flow like I shovel snow down off my road. My bones are like sleek my eyes are wide like my teeth. Nose big to breathe lips big to speak. As we grow the world the facts we learn are not facts for show. We used to cut trees now we plant to grow. We clean up our seas when the oil tanks blow. And now a days we go green recycle our trash so that we can all breathe the King was the dream that's what Malcom X believed in then Obama came to lead then gave us the vision. The world's future comes to mind with no surprise where in class now the future is you and I. Gaining the wisdom so that we can all succeed then giving back what we learned to achieve peace.