the palms tree sway, the wind silently.
where the corner street voices harmonize
sing that sweet song FAIR EAST SIDE.
I am my mother and father's son
that grew up near the clear blue ocean.
I am who they made me out to be
strong willing, and also balky.
I am from the street that blazed up in smoke
on the night of my birthday, the fireworks provoke.
I am from the land of my ancestors
where little kids grow up able to be doctors.
But I am not from what they say I am from
generally my home came along way from being bombed
through pain and sorrow of the emergency
this place is what i call home, hawaii
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