Illustration by Oscar Guittierez A poem by Robert Boyd The beauty of the place where I was born, Bordering a sea of blue, Punctuated with fields of green. People, loyal beyond belief—and proud Of their city, of the amazing teams, Cubs in baby blue, Sox in black and white, Bulls bloody red, Bears navy like night, Blackhawks’ colors like an African flag. A city of sights nowhere else to be seen: The mag mile, the silver bean, so reflective, Like a star in daylight, Chicago’s