Evening in New York

March 4, 2017
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Evening in New York    
1999. New York. I do not exist yet.
It seemed as if the city were finally sleeping tonight
Two adults planted on a paved sidewalk
Male and female
My parents
Holding hands, the vanilla starry sky gleams over
Their shiny hairs,
My mother’s strawberry lipstick
My father’s glasses
I move closer
Staring into their eyes I try to search for my own self in them
Only to find two black pupils stare blankly into the vast array of nothingness They knew little of me
Of my being
Me, the child
The failure
The disappointment
The monster
The shame
Every aspect about me
But they were still innocent
They didn’t know
I wanted to stop them
Separate them into their individual paths of life
Start over again
But I wanted to live

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