my name is valerie ed bera. i'm a poet, a fifth generation san franciscan. went to [speaker not understood] -- supervisor farrell stepped away. my brother went to sacred heart, my mom went to rear don and [speaker not understood]. i want to read a poem today and thank you for welcoming the poetry community into city hall to celebrate national poetry month. this poem won first place at the beat museum poetry contest in 2007. it's called the pain of progress. simple world covered over with glitz and grit and greed, pleasure of plastic paradise [speaker not understood] and driving us up the walls. new buildings have to bring in trees that fit the look of industry. [speaker not understood] day correspond um blocks the views and creativity. what doed good to metal facades do for boxed in metal transplants and [speaker not understood]? [speaker not understood] making room for modern money making market, serving up slices of privilege bread. no hope for the hopeless. no mind for searching eyes. [speaker not understood]. distant tips of the mountain tops. but what c