REMEMBRANCE OF HOME

REMEMBRANCE OF HOME

A Poem by manchilld99
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Before it was idealized as 'the 'hood' or given ignominious glory as 'the ghetto' we were born and lived there ... without the hope of ever leaving it behind ...

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I heard a bottle shatter, erupting

Against an urban peace as fragile as its glass,
and now, as broken.

 

A voice,

'You dirty black bastid,' was heard to say,
being now tested against the loud,

profane, lye-covered, pissiness
of HOME.


A bird, a gull, hopping on one foot,
and sporting frayed and sooty feathers,
snatched a crab from a crack
in the slum concrete,

and carried it HOME,

 

Somewhere in Harlem, 1954
orange Popsicle juice trickled down

my BROOKLYN DODGERS T-shirt,
onto my sun-scorched dungarees.


I was three and at HOME.

 


© 2010 manchilld99



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Your great imagery puts me in the moment of this piece, and I always love reading your writing, because it's more my speed. Things I can relate to. You're exactly right, before the ghetto became a place to shoot music videos, or a place for the industry of materialism to exploit and glorify for the sake of the dollar, it was a place were ACTUAL people lived their lives.

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You expressed nostalgia without glamorization. It's cool and leisurely pace added aspects to the poem that you didn't have to write. Well done

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Raw and vivid...it kind of reminded me of time growing up in a similar place, and had me in thoughts of those times...nicely done.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your great imagery puts me in the moment of this piece, and I always love reading your writing, because it's more my speed. Things I can relate to. You're exactly right, before the ghetto became a place to shoot music videos, or a place for the industry of materialism to exploit and glorify for the sake of the dollar, it was a place were ACTUAL people lived their lives.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the images that this poem brings to mind. Nice rhythm, too. The first stanza is great.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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manchilld99
manchilld99

rochester, NY



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I write poems and stories, and have broadcast a blues show on the radio since 1982. I am from Harlem, currently live in Rochester, NY, but have been around. more..

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