Houston
And I love the hustle and bustle of the city
Even the occasional bump or bristle on my shoulder while
Strolling the sidewalk
It reminds me that I am alive
My city speaks to me
Volumes and measures of who we are
Languages, hundreds of them, with multiple hues
All blending in like a single unit
Us and them, indigenous or not
All landing together, dynamically
Adding spice to the home of the southern drawl
Cars creep where it’s dirty
And noise knows no end in the metropolitan
I am a southern girl ‘they say’
And when I travel downtown I live like the business men do
Savoring Pesto Cavatappi and Garlic Bread
But deep down I know who I am
A southern head
Thick and cornbread fed
One of my cities finest
With my lips lickin’ catfish
And homemade French fries and buttered biscuits
Sucking on some gumbo
Swallowing sweet tea
To save my tongue from the fire of spicy shrimp
If it’s not Cajun it’s not cooked
And fish don’t really seem right if it wasn’t found
Barreling at the bottom of some swamp
I know who I am
Pencil skirts and business suits when I’m mimicking the majors
Who run this city
Life by the sweep of a rail
Dodging beggars and city legends
I am but a groove that keeps my city moving
Free to roam on my block
But I don’t cross the color line
My cities invisible barrier creating barricades that try and blot me out
I don’t ride in River Oaks
And I don’t wave in the Woodlands
And heaven help us where we ain’t welcome
But I know better
It is the oppression that drives me to freedom
And only nowhere but in the South
Invisible chains hang low like
Remains that frame the image of this
Newly emerging city
Old and Unforgiving
Dwelling on all its riches
The secrets out
And now they all know what I know
But even still
I beckon my city to be beautiful
Living on the gust from busy winds
Riding on the edge of glory
Remembering Trayvon Martin
And all the others hooded just like him
Acknowledging the way that it is
And praising God for the hope of tomorrow
The good the bad and the ugly
From catfish to Caviar
Collard Greens and Neckbones
Macaroni and Salad Bars
From Downtown to fifth ward
This city is for all of us who take residence here
And call it home
And there is only one
Houston. TX
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