Mornings in The Bronx
Where I’m from
You can hear…
The thundering roar of the 4 train
Over the screams of my boys as they yell
“A-Yo!”
“AAAAA-Yoooooooo!!!”
Pigeons “RRRRRRRRRRR” as they watch overhead
Waiting to swoop down from the street light
For a free meal of your dropped breakfast
Where I’m from
You can see…
Kids playing skelzies as they blast each other’s cap across the hot blacktop
A game of rough touch football
Where the sewer is the touchdown and the
Parked cars are out of bounds
Single mothers rushing with their kids to the bus stop, “T, hurry up we’re goin’ miss the…”
Brick buildings are the canvas for graffiti artists as the pay homage to the dead
“Rest in Peace from the 3rd”
Where I’m from
You can smell…
Farina with cinnamon, as mom stirs it ever so slowly so it doesn’t get lumpy
Café Bustelo, as mom runs into the kitchen, yelling “The milk, la leche, turn off the stove!”
The scent of Mistolin, as Dolly, the super, mops the building
The stench of trash as the Garbage truck idles right in front of you
Where I’m from
You can feel…
The warmth of the sun as it passes through the ripped shades
The bass of the cars music, waking you up as it vibrates and sets off every car alarm on the block
Sleep in your eyes, knowing you should’ve come home earlier last night
Ahhh, but to be young and free
Knowing you’ll be back out tonight and sleep will have to wait
Where I’m from
You can taste…
The dryness in your mouth that is a desert
Onions mixed with cheese and ketchup and fries
As you remember that you had may too many White Castle murder burgers last night
Colgate toothpaste washing away all the sins of the night
Mom’s avena, with the log of a cinnamon stick
That hits the spot just right
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Maricel "Empress"
Hey, im from the same place lol..A beautiful translation, great depiction of a Bronx Experience…