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Riding Up to Harlem

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Riding up to Harlem in a silver chariot.

Hustling & Bustling during a season of busy “cheer”.

A child laughs, a mother cries and I see the city reflected in a hobo’s eyes.

As I exit the train I hear Jazz musicians serenading commuters running by.

I hear a world of renaissance that has passed me by.

I think of this village called Harlem and feel the spirits of greats pass me by.

Can I add a stroke of paint to this village mural and contribute beauty with ashes?

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125th Street Subway Station Mural in Harlem

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Author: Onleilove

A organizer, writer and activist living in Harlem, NY. Originally from East NY Brooklyn I have not only survived but thrived. I am passionate about art, justice, God and Love.

One thought on “Riding Up to Harlem

  1. Reblogged this on Wholeness 4 Love and commented:

    A Poem I wrote that was inspired by my time on 125th Street today.

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