Bella

Brooklyn, 1997

A girl was born.

Many were born this day,

but she was different.

Purple fog surrounds

her future

and travel envelops

her past.

Two came after,

a boy and a girl.

They moved from place to place:

Brooklyn, Twin Cities, Mexico City,

and back.

Dissatisfied with chasing money,

misses the city.

She doesn't, we don’t

live in a city.

Two dogs comfort her,

her thoughts deep in the memories of the subway,

synapses and synapses

relaying dreams of writing novels.

Tamagotchi,

60’s-80’s fashion.

She keeps her vintage style,

yet forever not “hipster”.

She differs from the average

persona of her school.

She plays sports,

yet is interested in other ideals.

Culture and heritage,

the arts such as writing,

a girl who once dreamed of novels

became a writer of

poems and

short stories.

Her bedroom,

once decorated with hot pink and zebra

became a soft peach

and rebellious musicians glorify the room.

Music from all genres,

But not the mainstream pop and rap

blast through her ‘buds.

Rockin out to her jam.

She keeps the songs

in her heart,

next to her child stories,

“The Itsy-Bitsy Spider went up the water spout.”

……………………

Brooklyn, 1997

A girl was born.

Many were born this day,

but she was different.