North, south, east, west
My eyes stretch into different directions
Regions are divided before my eyes
Separate places I’m taught
But my compass rose must be broken
All I can see is one region
Aren’t we all living together
Instead of being separated by the paths of the wind
Or by all the people of the regions
Why can’t we all fit into one place
Where we’ll accept each face
No one will win
No one will lose
No one will even have to choose over people
What region am I in now
Chicago, IL
