In the streets, Lollies' bakery opens on Fridays offering thres leches, sweet slushies and empanadas. Across the way, no being notion kings dance with ebony queens on stars that leave her life. While across someone folding blocks like overgarmies, Chinese festival lanterns dim due to trims in those popular. Now these well-known commodities are disappearing. There's no more yellow and Chinatown in the north. Brown and East Boston. I don't understand how we could be the proud owners of a green monster, but not realize just cause evictions affect every pigmentation under ivory. Banging metal construction forging buildings under burned down houses, hammering down the ghetto, migrating another trail of tears. As children's futures are being rolled by the dice hind sight, they could see no like snake eyes. The real gamble is on our children's education. In the late school turn charter, this is new age gentrification focused on segregating our communities instead of diversifying our cultures. And though we cut from different clubs, your money and logic appraise us as dish-rags. We are staying, you can't wipe off. We are the colors of the rainbow coalition. We are the bright elders, the strong woman, the diverse LGBT. We are the youngins who have given hammers to our homes. Have you forgotten your heart? We are marching with Mel our noble king as he has taught us to pitch a tent and tent city and save our homes from demolition to salvage that sweet plantains, that spicy curry, cafe bustello from leaving our corner store. To keep capitalism out of these streets and bring culture back to our diverse city living.