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My Home
Inner City battles the glorious glass buildings
that soar to the sky with ultimate ease,
This is New York City and it isn't just glamorous Manhattan
if you please.
The Big Apple moves forward with monetary wealth
of glitter and glamor and the transactions of Wall Street,
but this is not all that our City is,
ask any real New Yorker, that you dare to meet.
Talk about Brownsville and Hunts Point,
Jamaica and The Hook,
The shores of Coney and
give Tottenville a look.
No, New York City is truly about grit and its people
who forge an alliance with the beat of this place,
Weeksville, Brighton, Midwood, Flatbush,
Dyker, Bensonhsurst, The Ridge..keep up with the pace.
Walk the cold streets alone and hear your own footsteps
as sounds of languages foreign to the ear,
can be heard for miles around,
and you to learn to assimilate, if dare to care.
Lox with bagels and a schmear of cream cheese,
with a cold egg cream and perhaps a Nathan's hot dog with kraut,
to tickle your stomach,
and make you realize that you are in New York City, without any doubt.
Now, Manhattan is surely a fantastic place to be,
to review the sights and life, but an existence of pure fantasy,
if you are truly interested in pure poetry,
take the "B" train into Brooklyn and then you will see,
what New York life is truly utter reality.
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by Kelly Steier
My Home
Inner City battles the glorious glass buildings
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