This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Savannah chapter.
our love for the streets
not the cold lonely
rainy with red
air of regret
streets, the streets
that raised us
trained us
watched us
made us
just being around
made me want to get down
and give thanks to the place
often associated with the race
made to be laid
how often do we get to give back
or even make it to that
i pray there will be a time
when i can give back to mines