Boston Musings
Oh, this city is mine and I am possessive. Oh this city is mine and I want her to surround me. Boston, Beantown swallow me whole! Finally I have found a place that is safe for me--Far away from my father and his good intentions, my mother and her mood swings. I Baltimore is my birth--and I am stuck forever weaving from lighted harbor to dark alley, from good to bad blocks, safety to danger-- then surely, surely, Boston is my youth and I will flourish. I will own this town by the time I an done here. I will keep them out and be far away. It's a safety I haven't known--A safety of distance. rubber on concrete; i hit the ground running, loving the miles trailing underneath my feet. I am free and can only think in cliches: regenerative wings, chains that grow weak and break from rust and age. Oh, I am fre and do not live for you anymore. Oh, I am free and claim the strength of distance to defend myself. Relief, do you hear? I am not yours.