This Potrero Life

Look at this crazy world

So wild, it makes the face turn sour 

You could cut the telly, and shut the blinds

But you’ll still be privy to the feeling that something’s not right

Something is hiding, not providing 

It’s dimming the light, not rising 

Is there anywhere out here that’s shining?

Our city by the bay could show some promise

And the Hill that’s within is probably what you’re longing

To gain some peace, in time and space 

It’s Potrero that can put a smile on your face

Pop a squat at Jackson Park or indulge in a Pete’s frappé

Drive along the real crookedest street, then get Street Taco on the way

Walking to the rec center is the greatest workout of my day 

And the views are worth it

Something you can’t fathom, it’s unheard of

But you deserve it

To be living and waking, to the parrots parading 

To school children waving, their parents are praying

That every neighborhood could soothe the aches and graveness 

Like Potrero Hill does to the residents that want a safe space 

To learn and grow, get ice cream at Milkbomb and breakfast at Plow

Just take a look around, now something feels right doesn’t it seem so? 

I don’t know what the future may hold

And all I can do is seriously hope

That the donuts and trees, the soft sunny breeze 

Continues to bless our lives with inspiration, happiness,
and the highly sought after sense of ease.

Ja Poet is a Carolina Street resident.