Forest Of Buildings

I'm a piece of Japan. Not afraid to stand up for racism. Always have a plan, in my head, out my mouth.

Dont care how different I look. Dont care how different I act.

Got my head in a book. And proud of being a book worm. I'm firm, when I'm pushed in a line in a mall, of a great shopping center Japan spreads the news about.

The city is packed; but I've got what I need it's all in my pocket. A little Tokyo in there.

I get all my seasons, in a year. Love my Country its my favourite so far. No country can beat them. No country other than Japan speaks our foreign language. To me it's like a mythincal language only a few no about.

Not afraid to stand up for racism. I can handle it all. Like a girl from Japan; I'm polite and shy. I stare out the lights and action, cars beeping everywhere. Got used to it? Not yet. My strange lullaby that comforts me; telling me I'm home.

Home is where everything is. Got my street light, got my construction sights. All my shops, all my computers, all my staionary. And evrything I need to survive. Got my family, got my friends, got all the electricity I need.

Japan, not known because of it's manga, or Nintendo. No, you havent seen everything yet. Japan. Known for its people; the people that make it a country. I'm one of them and going to stand up for it. I'm no bragger. But a citizen of a great country, that no one can be racist about. Go ahead, be racist. And you'll get a bit of what I think. The wind swishes this way and that. Telling me where to go, telling me where I can trust. I trust my city. The wind. The sky. The streets. The lights. The people.

No one can say bad about Japan, if they do, they're insulting everybody in Japan. Let me remind you. That's alot. You dont want to mess with them!