Big Apple Poem by Adryan Barnathan
Big Apple
I grew up
in the ''Big Apple''
'almost traded
my soul for gold-
'people check out
your shoes first
before asking
how you are doing
and if they decide
you're ''worth'' talking to
they always ask
''So, what do you do''?
and if they are
impressed with that
you'll hear all about
Jeffrey,
who is a doctor
Oh dear, this confirms what people out west have thought about the Big Apple mentality. And yet there are poets and song writers with great heart and soul (you, for instance) who come from that Big Apple and manage to rise above it. This is well done. Raynette
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4/18/2024 9:18:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oy Vay! You say things perfectly sometimes, Adrienne. The progression of 'noticing', ending with 'Jeffrey, who is a doctor', is matchlessly put.