Dear New York,
Every time I see you, you strike me with vision, awe, sensation, admiration. Let’s just say it’s like love at first sight- love at first sight, second sight, thirteenth, fiftieth… Love at Broadway, Bowery, Madison, Houston. I would ask you to go easy on me, but I only have a few days. I want all of you. A few moons later, when it’s all over, you still won’t remember my name, but I’ll always remember yours. My dear, New York.
-a city exquisite doesn’t remember every face, name, art, and wonder, but every face, name, art, and wonder remembers the city exquisite.
Everyone is sleeping,
Walking around aimlessly,
Until they are targeted.
Why do you let aggression befriend you,
Jumping at the chance to defend what you believe?
People are shouting instead of dancing in the joyousness of spirituality.
They are going to look at you and me next,
Because we are different.
Some try to humiliate and belittle us.
Sure, they are intelligent, educated,
But we have something that they don’t;
We have a relationship with our very own Creator-
God of all.
We have been given an ounce of wisdom that some people will never receive.
Whenever I feel small or attacked,
I remember that even the teeniest amount of knowledge given by God
Outweighs the smarts of mankind.
-That’s why I dance.