A Love Poem (10 years after the fact)
He’s from Harlem , she’s from Brooklyn . He said he loved her and that he’d take her away, sometime, that summer. “I’m thinkin a house, beach. Jus’ you and me.” She can’t even respond. The magic he speaks lulls her to believe. He continues: Sometimes I feel you the only person I could talk to . She smiles a smile that contains within it all her heart. Many said that he didn’t do much, but they were wrong. Neighbors saw him, day after day comin and goin from his mama’s house. Handsome boy. But what does he do? Shame, he should be helping his mama . They said he didn’t do much, but they were wrong. He was a poet. He took words and hung them up in the air like multi-colored christmas lights. His words fell upon ears like candy-hued confetti. He was the poet of El Barrio & even if his neighbors didn’t understand that, he did. He was the poet of El Barrio. Inching close to thirty and still living at his mama’s h...