‘The Mean Streets of Detroit’ a poem
The rest of the world looks down on our city,
Our image is bad, so they show us no pity.
“Don’t go to Detroit it’s wicked I hear,
The people who live there, they all live in fear!”
But nobody knows what Detroiters all know,
There’s good people here and each day it shows.
Our neighbors and strangers they help us get by,
Detroiters are like that you cannot deny.
Sure things have been rough, and we’re certainly broke,
But don’t count us out and forget all your jokes.
For a city as great, as Detroit will bounce back,
Just give us some time and cut us some slack.
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