In His Own Words

An Ode to My Queen

Baby

You had me at birth

I was delivered on your turf

You own me

These feet

Pace dingy streets

Proudly

My Queen,

Queens

A dreamer

Born in the city of dreams

You raised me

Skin

As thick as the accent

Diversity

My borough

Suburban life

With urban accents

Rainy Park

Summer nights

Superficial wounds okay

My Queen told me to man up

Scars fade away

N train dreams

As a teen

Through man-made veins

I careened

Tunnel vision

Through tunnels

Through boroughs

I funneled

Smell of Jack on my breath

Defeated and pummeled

Your disappointment in me

Not so subtle

My walk of shame came with rain

Your tears for me evident

Disguised in Astoria puddles

Life lessons

The minute I step out of the door

Life lessons galore

My Queen,

To you

I implore

Don’t lose the rebel

We all so adore

An ode to you

My queen

Her streets

Though mean

Are the streets

Where I feel

At peace and serene

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