I love this city
Brooklyn has my heart because it changed it
Hiii, it was my birthweek last week and I’ve been in Brooklyn celebrating which is why I’ve been silent. Unfortunately, Gemini season has gifted me with an injured shoulder and COVID-19. I tested positive after my birthday.
I’ve felt guilty about not being able to be out in the streets because of my shoulder but I reminded myself during a conversation with a friend that capitalists use an array of tactics to oppress us so we have to use an array of tactics to revolt. It’s not always about being out there (though I love it). Sometimes it’s about enjoying your relationships and using what you love to do to fight the state. For me that’s comedy and writing. We are so heavily propagandized and I've been trying to deprogram myself while helping others do the same.
One of the places that has undone the damage that Sex and the City and all the shows I watched when I was a lonely teen was Brooklyn. I dedicated this poem to my favorite city. Onto the delight…
I Love this City
I love this city I love the way it makes me feel when I’m walking down the streets watching all the lost souls gather for a drink outside the bar with a name like bar or drink Watching the first-time lovers share a cocktail on the sidewalk as a dog meanders towards them salivating for a petting while the dog’s human tugs its leash saying not now Cadence don’t you see they are in love I love the way everyone looks like they have somewhere to go even though that somewhere is unknown to me and will never be known to the stranger who stares at their dress thinking cute outfit I’m looking forward to a clothing swap I love this city I love the parts of this city that are out of reach to me and will never be within my understanding because I don’t have history or connections to see inside the home where the first spark of the revolution will be ignited We will be free No humans seeking freedom like the souls in this city will never be free I love this city because it has so many people who I love People who have taught me that love is a thing that makes you want to grow and be the best version of you Whatever best means Not the best in the bourgeoise sense of seeking capital at all costs But best in loving as deeply so deeply that you cannot fathom spending the rest of your life not freeing those who you love Loving so deeply it hurts to imagine a single one of the people in this city you don’t know being kidnapped and smuggled to a non-descript place in a non-descript van Love so deeply that you cry because you shoulder hurts and you can’t fight the cops who are hurting your friends Love so deeply you cried when you husband said we are all commodities for capital Love so hard you wept when you realized you no longer care about the goals your oppressor created for you and now you are free to create mischief Love so hard you forgot you were supposed to do something “important with your life” I love this city so much because it has made an unhappy commodity A commodity unwilling to be bought simply to fit into some description of what it means to be a good commodity I love this city because it taught me I don’t have to be anything other than who my spirit begs me to be when I tell it to hush and do the master's bidding I love this city I don’t know if it loves me But I know it calls my name every time I leave I know it beckons me to fall back into its bosom and disappear in the nothingness of being a free human whose soul is no longer tied to the idea of being someone or being something worthy I love this city because it smells like everything that has been thrown away but should have never been thrown away because those things that are in the trash are the things we should have held on to to fight those who tell us we should continue to be the things we saw in Vogue magazine when we were 12 years old seeking for a purpose in an empty abyss of plain things that did not speak of anything other than worthlessness and emptiness The sun bit your shoulders as you tried to imagine yourself as someone who was worthy more than sitting around staring at the swing set in the park hoping that one day you’d have somewhere to go and the means to go there This city saved you from a life where the furthest you could go was the rocket ship where the children played during the day so you waited at night and climbed into the rocket ship and imagined all those pages of the magazine all those jutting collarbones as you looked at yours covered in thick flesh which you hated This city saved you from wanting a life that would have left you empty ready to be filled by lies of freedom which would never free you because the more they filled you the emptier you felt looking around crying out for something you don’t know surrounded by faces you don’t know and don’t love you
That’s it for the delights!
❤️
Your favorite anarchist comedian,
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