Tuesday, February 16, 2010

My Block

Just heard this song for the first time in a while.

Not exactly like my little neighborhood, but made me miss Lake Terrace and Louisiana, all the same. No place like home, no matter how much I critique it. In my heart, "I'll never leave my block; my ****** need me."

And, oh my God, I need them.


Anita said...

It's funny how that place we came from keeps a line tied to us and every now and then, tugs it.

A friend said people who grew up during the depression are (among other things) persevering, resourceful, and stoic. I thought of Lucille Clifton:


I thought you might like this poem as much as I do.

elle said...

Thanks, Anita

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