Come visit me for the summer, and see what the California heat's all about. I'll tell you I don't understand it myself; I consider myself an observer. Growing up here isn't really a choice (just like anywhere else) even if some people would choose it again. I, too, dream of beaches and cities, but I don't visit them. I'd rather pretend I'm a tourist like everyone else and contemplate what's out there. I dream of something different. Maybe you will too.
I hope you enjoyed this poem! It goes with the poem I posted yesterday– my views on my home are definitely not glowing, but I definitely can see the appeal for people who’ve never visited, and I understand that lots of people love it. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 