This poem took me a small while to put together. The city I’m from is Brooklyn and ALL Brooklyn natives have similar feelings on how they feel of their streets. Brooklyn seems to be my streets. This is pretty much an ode to Brooklyn which all my ideas I worked on took me a small amount of time to put into actual words, organize them into lines and stanzas and form them into a poem. I hope the readers enjoy….comments are open….
Mother Brooklyn
Born to you
Mother Brooklyn
Protect me
Mother Brooklyn
Give me a life
Mother Brooklyn
I’ll give you
My allegiance
Mother Brooklyn.
I never get tired of you
You never get tired of me.
You’re full of life
You never sleep
I love that part.
I never get bored
You are always fun.
Sister Manhattan
Is always around
But you are my mother
Brooklyn.
Give me an adventure
Right around my corner
Give me
A place to live
A place to relax
And while you’re at it
Can I get
A slice of pizza
At twelve at night?
Give me the world
Just give me
A metrocard.
Pop by
For a visit to see
Sister Manhattan
Brother Bronx
Or Sister Queens
But none of them
Beat you.
Give me
Your beauty
I’ll take
A picture
I make you
Look good
Even when
You’re ugly.
You’re my home
My playground
I never get tired of you
You never get tired of me.
Yes
You are all that
And
A bag of chips
And maybe
A can of Arizona
To go with it.
Mother Brooklyn.
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