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
