New York is My Abusive Boyfriend by Sarah Vale

I’m afraid to leave New York.
I’m afraid it will be too good some where else but I’ll always be a little bored
I’m afraid I will lose touch with the beat and the culture, afraid I will age.

I’m afraid that if I leave New York I will never come back
That I’ll never be able to come back

It feels like I’m on a sinking ship
and if I give up this piece of real estate wreckage that I’m clinging too
I’ll never find another that could support my weight
I’m to heavy now for this city

To loaded down with debt
too many emotions
too many streets are haunted now
ghosts of my past
of people and things that didn’t last

Maybe I could be happy some where else?
But what if somewhere else is full of the same kind of people I hate?
Only there’s less of them
And no Central Park in all seasons
No stage managing the Bowery
No snowed in mornings in the Met

New York is like an abusive boyfriend
He beats me but I just can’t seem to leave
He always gives me the sweetest kisses
And the harshest blows.

 

 

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Brenna Twohy “In Which I Do Not Fear Harvey Dent”

You probably don’t know that you know Brenna Twohy. She got some attention earlier in the year with her amazing poem Fantastic Breast and Where to Find Them. Which if you haven’t seen go fix that now. After watching that for the hundredth time I went looking for more from Mrs. Twohy and found this epic gem of slam poetry.

Poetry gets a bad rap. It’s been painted by every bad poem that we’ve heard in our 9th grade english class but good poetry is magic and Twohy is a brilliant magician. I’ve known a lot of nerds and a lot of them have panic disorders and/or anxiety disorders, it’s so empowering to see someone use my language, the language of super heroes to say look this is hard and unfair but we’re fighting. The best thing about poetry is that in 3 minutes you can give someone something to hold on to. Something that might make the next three minutes just a little bit easier. I sincerely hope Brenna puts out a book soon because I want something to hand people when they are invisible. I want to give them something real that says look, someone sees you.