I am the Big Easy, the city that never sleeps,
I am the creamy, seasoned, homemade red beans.
I am the electric streetcars that power on St. Charles,
I am the greatest city of them all.
I am the Mardi Gras parades, the Zulu balls,
I am the politics, City Hall.
I am the music, Zydeco and even Jazz,
Keep up the rhythm. Some are slow; some are fast.
I am the city with freshly baked King Cakes,
Randazzo’s Bakery is where they are baked.
I am the city that loves to party,
New Orleans is never dead, it’s the life of the party.
I am the city whom was affected by Hurricane Katrina,
She tried to stop us, but nothing could come in between us.
We held the faith, and remembered our dreams.
God promised us everything would be alright if only we believed.
- Dasia, age 15