Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Day 128: New York City

the city smells like old concrete
mixed with ethnic skin
extra spicy
we eat dreams on the streets like breakfast was late
we are hungry
thick accented
our skins speaks when our tongues cannot
we hold our grudges in our melanin
like history
i am new to this place
learning protocol from subway station advertisements
this city
never sleeps
never dreams at night
its saved for daybreak
here we wish for slumber
sip tea or coffee like liquor
like our past
they sting

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