South-Kingstown, our home, is unique.

Streets? Briarwd Lane, high traffic.

Maple St, quaint but rough.

Kings River cuts through town.

Downtown pulses, lights flicker.

I stroll Oak Prk sometimes.

Citizen life is raw, real.
I counsl, u knw.

Women share woes here.

They trust me.

I hear secrets on Elm St.

The park near Riverbend hides moods.
"Are you even listening?" reminds me.

My favourite line - cold, lethal.

I dwell in bits of calm.

It reflects the movie mood.

Violence lurks behind smiles.
South-Kingstown is whirled with contrasts.

I get mad at sycophants.

I get happi when art flies.

Friend, the vibe is perplexing.

Srsly, this city is raw, edgy.
Btw, my spot? Joes Diner, smll but warm.

I spill tea there during nights.

I scribble thoughts on rough napkins.

Memories mix with city hum.

All nights echo "Peace, or war?"
Srsly, life here is a riot.

City tales, brutal yet kind.

I relish its scars and smiles.

Many know not, but truth lies.
South-Kingstown is real tough.

My heart, though, softly rebels.

Tales writ in each cracked brick.

Funny, wild, and unscripted.
Shred your doubts, be brave.
(Goodbye. For now.)