'The City of Jeannette'

our assignment was to write a poem about our hometown. We were supposed to use jobs and working class to define it. Here's mine:

The unwed, high school
Dropouts, mothers working day
Shift at a diner
Open only at day.

The Mom and Pop
Shop owners closing
Their doors, five P.M.
While antiques gather dust.

The Welfare and row houses
Drug dealings in West Jeannette,
Ending at a pizza shop.
Down each road, swag and pizza.

The closed glass factory,
The dirty glass windows,
Fading away and trying
To maintain some dignit.

The town down middle school.
No more learning here.
Now nothing but a vacant lot
In a dead, decaying city.

All I talk to want to flee the 'City,'
This ghost-town of strangers
growing stranger each year.
I dread to go back and

See my high school class,
The unwed dropout mothers
Working at the coffee house with
coffee the color and taste of shit.