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brooklyn youth
my brooklyn years of sanction
where i lived blissfully
planted on my fathers shoulders
singing to school wishfully
people gathered round,
smiling
my feet were feathers on the ground
but i do not feel them
now i’m here
feet of steel
sometimes now
they are the only thing i feel
let me go back to brooklyn
my years of sanction
please let me
go back to two
i watch the videos
crying
i was so full of life
everyone was
my grandmother
with the life in her eyes
now so tired
retired to her
confines of her mind
time flies
her eyes on fire
my great grandmother
seeping with love
it spilled out of
her and i didnt know
the last time i saw her
i didnt know
i didnt love her
the way she
loved me
my presence was her love
everything she dreamed of
my brooklyn years when i was happy
the rasp in my tongue
the laugh in my throat
the effervescent youth
that wrapped my soul
and bled my truth
my brooklyn years of sanction
take me back to two
to who
i was
when i was free
when i was happy
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this is about growing up in brooklyn and longing for childhood simplicity.