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brooklyn youth

February 20, 2023
By lmoraes10 BRONZE, Yarmouth, Maine
lmoraes10 BRONZE, Yarmouth, Maine
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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


The author's comments:

this is about growing up in brooklyn and longing for childhood simplicity.


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