Dear City Where I Was Born,
I haven’t been outside of you for more than weeks at a time
in the entire time I’ve been alive.
and in a matter of weeks that’s going to change.
So, let me just say: you have been AMAZE . . . ing
and I love you,
and I know, (I know!) that you love me too.
You are SO beautiful,
even in your dark parts
(maybe not the darkest,
because I’ve seen the struggle
and the people who have died there,
but still I can’t deny
a certain sense of pride
in the time I would reside there.)
I have to thank my parents
for choosing this place
for having me here
in you, dear city, which taught me
to love without fear.
We were all just there in you
from all walks of life
Race, color, creed, gender, orientation,
These taxonomies all came to mean certain things,
but never whether or not one could be trusted
with my life.
You maintained your sunny disposition
as often as you could.
And you would cry
whenever I would.
I’ll be back, I know.
But you’re going to change and so will I.
I just want to say, I hope that you thrive.
Your state is great,
and your Country’s okay.
As far as they go.