They came with their dozers
They came with their dozers and documents
Their orders and men
They came with their excavators and blueprints and their plans
Their plan, their vision
But they did not see me
They did not come for me
I was taken by them anyway
Swept aside, part of a different plan
A plan that was of necessity secondary but necessary to their vision
Their vision was splendid
But it wasn’t for me
I was to remain where I was
Elsewhere
Cast off, barely paid off
I was no longer good enough for the only home I had ever known
The Joneses are moving back down
And they’re bringing the east side with them and me?
I’m just out here, the same, but different
An alien in an alien land
Exiled from my only home
…
Gentrified