My NY

 But what are you doing to my NY?

To my happy place and that of so many others?

To the place where dreams are made of and magic flows in all directions with infinite possibilities 

The place where without a passport you are able to go from China to Italy taking a few steps from Baxter St to Mulberry St

Where a drive to Brooklyn can be a trip to the islands without hopping on a plane to get some authentic coco bread as if you were in Jamaica 

Taking it over to Bay Ridge you are romantically enthralled by the enchantment of the Middle East in kebabs and kanafeh 

The place where I learned that tinga is a Mexican dish very different from my word of choice with a p instead of a t 

The place that has sprinkles from all over the world within the boroughs 

To my favorite place at Christmas time 

Where the storefront displays market love and unity by bringing so many people together 

Why are you looting the dreamland?

Looting in now way makes anything right 

Neither does throwing a tantrum nor kicking and screaming as we have learned as children 

In kindergarten we were taught that love gets us further than anything else 

And now at a time where love needs to be expressed most 

People are making it scarce 

Reflecting anything but and losing sight of the important thing 

Humanity 

Humanity is what’s important and coming together as a people to bring forth understanding 

Separating yourself from love can be self sabotage 

Almost like a good branch that would snap itself off a tree 

It just doesn’t do any good 

To make a point clear, hold hands and show unity in kindness 

Reacting with love, let the tears roll down the face and cleanse the inside as it must 

But don’t fill yourself with anger 

It will do you no good and take away from your magic… 

Bionica