I miss the summers and falls I spent in NYC
Everyone so different and diverse I didn't stick out, I couldn't
My eyes fluttered with possibilities
The loud sounds were almost faint
And yes, I romanticize it, I know
But nothing is perfect
Littering is a thing
Crime is happening
Angry souls roam
But in a way, it's my home.
My family is there
My godmother kisses me on the forehead and cooks her famous meals for us, and I almost always make a friend when I visit Brooklyn
I'm welcomed with open, warm, loving arms
I love NYC, and it loves me
