Saturday, August 25, 2012

Day 2: Jamaica aint no queen

I see my name
all over this city
from streetlights to tshirts
from the voice of a young boy
to the fleet of subways- screaming
and yet,

see none of myself
not in the streets
nor the trees
and definitely
not in the bluest of the eyes
or the heart of a girl i used to call mine
one i once knew
who used to love me

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