POETRY
A Love Letter to New York City
Edgar Allan Crow (anonymous submission)
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Dear city of restless nights and beautiful mornings
Even though we are miles apart
It feels like I can still hear the sounds of busy streets and construction equipment
Dear buildings covered with lights
Seemingly never dark, and as high as the sky
Skyscrapers peaking through the clouds,
Window washers hanging up high
The sight from any tall building shows just how much it's cool and thrilling
Dear breeze that flows through the city,
Like how a tsunami floods through a county
Dear Central Park, dear Statue of Liberty
Dear 9/11 Memorial that brings all in memoriam
I send this with love and remembrance of a city with great presence.
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A Voice
Edgar Allan Crow (anonymous submission)
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A voice.
Started out as a whisper, turned into a scream.
A voice.
Made a quiet breeze, but it’s a choir of thunder and rain.
A voice.
Living in a wasteland.
Stop living next to me.
It is clear.
It is stronger.
A voice.
And for the ones who aren’t really free.
A voice.
It’s killing what we need to hear.
A voice.
I see all the pain that our people are in.
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There
is
a
Voice.
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