I walk through the urban streets of Harlem
so urban, so alive
But I wanted to see what went on in
my life without that painful knife
that tried to kill me
that tried to kill us
That tried to kill our love.
And that's when it hit me
that Harlem was happier than I was
the children, the dark, the light
it grew older; –faster than I did
the feelings that crammed within my small body in this life
the lust that grew on my desperate side
the trust that I give when I need to cry
There wasn't a single ounce of what I dreamed of,
because I lost it in Harlem.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
