Detroit Soul.
I fell in love with her
when I first saw her
when I was just a little thing
too afraid to speak her name.
You see I come from a ghost city,
and I'll never forget how rough she was
with her rusting pistons in muscle cars,
the boarded up skyscrapers covering her like scars,
and houses left to burn because she had no firemen to save them.
Everyone who had loved her abandoned her or are long dead,
or they only see her if they know they can use and mutilate.
Her life has given her more issues
and I know no one else lonelier than her,
as she is left sunken in her hospital bed of ruined filth,
waiting to get buried.
She told me she was gilded once
when people called her Paris,
with her mo-town attitude,
her cars and money.
To try to have her rise young and beautiful like that again
is impossible now.
At nights I lie awake for hours and hours
to wonder if she is still alive.
Does she still have cars and busses
pumping down and through her streets
and does she still have light in her eyes at night?
Are there still beaten Tigers and Lions roaming the streets,
Red wings at her feet?
I left my heart in Motor City.
I can’t save her
But I still represent her and will try to make her proud.
Know that I met her after the decrepit had set.
I didn't realize she was once even more magnificent than she already is.
Nowadays I can't stop talking about her
and how people should be afraid of her
but only for her raw splendor left behind
within the tears and the scars
http://laceandtea.com/2009/12/the-ruins-of-detroit-marchand-meffre-photography/
when I first saw her
when I was just a little thing
too afraid to speak her name.
You see I come from a ghost city,
and I'll never forget how rough she was
with her rusting pistons in muscle cars,
the boarded up skyscrapers covering her like scars,
and houses left to burn because she had no firemen to save them.
Everyone who had loved her abandoned her or are long dead,
or they only see her if they know they can use and mutilate.
Her life has given her more issues
and I know no one else lonelier than her,
as she is left sunken in her hospital bed of ruined filth,
waiting to get buried.
She told me she was gilded once
when people called her Paris,
with her mo-town attitude,
her cars and money.
To try to have her rise young and beautiful like that again
is impossible now.
At nights I lie awake for hours and hours
to wonder if she is still alive.
Does she still have cars and busses
pumping down and through her streets
and does she still have light in her eyes at night?
Are there still beaten Tigers and Lions roaming the streets,
Red wings at her feet?
I left my heart in Motor City.
I can’t save her
But I still represent her and will try to make her proud.
Know that I met her after the decrepit had set.
I didn't realize she was once even more magnificent than she already is.
Nowadays I can't stop talking about her
and how people should be afraid of her
but only for her raw splendor left behind
within the tears and the scars
http://laceandtea.com/2009/12/the-ruins-of-detroit-marchand-meffre-photography/