Every so often, I get inspired to write things in my notebook or a piece of paper. I’m not expert at writing, says the one who blogs, but what I do know is that my artistry is me, and that it stretches far beyond what most of you know me for. I explore different facets of me, and I simply would like to share it with you. This is a ‘something’ for a lack to call it poetry…
NEW YORK CITY
City of dreams, opportunities, friendships and lovers.
City of music and poetry.
City of arts and mysteries.
You never seize to amaze me,
Yet, I don’t get shocked easily.
Well, not anymore.
You give so much, and take so much.
City of broken hearts, wandering souls and selfish beings.
City of serendipity, french kisses and melodies.
Your heart beats a minute faster than anywhere else.
Your soul vibrates worldwide.
You bring people together,
And are the common denominator
To many.
I, as many others, have a love affair with you.
And there are days you make our skin crawl with anger, despair and stinky odors.
Rich culturally, wealthy enabled.
Run down, some neighborhoods are,
Gentrified most neighborhoods are.
NEW YORK F-ING CITY.
Living, embracing, hating but loving you.
NEW YORK F-ING CITY.
City of screams, City of dreams.
Nubian Nene – g & L
