My First View Of America

My Father's Deck In Los Angeles.

This was my first view of America.

Listening to Nirvana's in bloom.

The view was different before lesser houses around the hill but still crowded.

Echoes of gang bang and choppers with headlights roam the night,

Just like in the movies but it was real and deadly.

My life in America didn't start in the city of angels with horns and tails

but in a place few Filipinos ever live in the cold winter of New England.