The Stranger

This is my most recent poem--I'm sure you'll all enjoy, and hopefully relate to!   It basically depicts everyday life in the city.    Even with millions of people on the streets, loneliness is still felt and it's up to you to know how to manage it.   NYC has so much depth, there aren't enough words to explain it--you have to live it to really understand.   My heart will always be HERE no matter where I end up in life~

                                                                         The Stranger

The beast

Gritty streets

People pretending to be homeless just to get a dime

Women working too hard shortening their lives

What is it that keeps the city pumping?

The fame and glitz?

The endless hope of tryin’ to make it big?

Risking your life everyday by walking out the door

No acceptance for weakness

Being able to hold your own through the darkest alleys

Sitting next to possible criminals, gangstas and killers on your way in

Stopping and looking up thinking, “I’m here…I hope I survive.”

New York City is it’s own mysterious entity

No matter what age, gender or race, it can swallow you

It’s up to you whether or not you can handle its unknown paths