Unique New York This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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     I am mankind shoving,
God’s id,
An endless murmur.
My six-train soul,
My Spring Street heart,
Skyscraper shoulders freckled with suits,
Stressing and bustling.
Harlem, my voice,
And Soho, my fingers,
Chelsea, my hips
Downtown, my wrinkles.
Smoky-lunged with exhaust breath,
Dressed in Starbucks and cigarettes,
Sunken eyes and neon glow,
Homeless thighs and sharp elbows.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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