Poem -
Urbanization
We kill former identities to reconsruct ourselves; or is it we reinvent to destroy the stigma of the village
The City convokes a new name, we design the lables that designate us
We take off clothes by putting them on
A new wig and piercings and tatts marking us out by marking us in
Our uniqueness removes the sense of alienation
I'm so different because I can be the same in this difference
We stop flying free to enter a safety net, to build a nest so we can fly in a concrete cage
The sky is my home away from home
Private and personal space in a shared highrise block stacking us up up up on a single plot
Leaving behind extended family estates to eat from the public pot
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This is REALLY good AL!!....it has some phrasing that has me still thinking over here......I enjoy your thought processes my friend.....each time I read your stuff I feel as though I'm getting to know the mind behind the mighty pen!!......ALL STARS!!....thanx so much for the high quality food for thought!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
Hey Tony my Bro!
I agree poetry can be a bit like tattooing the heart condition onto ones skin under a rolled up sleeve. It's a wellspring that can only come through vulnerability. Glad this provoked some thought. I grew up in Sydney (Inner, Inner West and Western) now I can hardly recognise Parramatta (the concrete jungle- farm that has grown up around what was once a very different terrain/social landscape where my Indigenous friend, Beau and I once lived like lions on the hunt upon a savanna wilderness (stealing kisses of young lionesses at recreational hot spots and ice cream parlours)). Back in the day the neighbouring township of Harris Park had Greek and Lebanese markets and coffee shops. Now it is akin to "Little India" of Singapore. I certainly don't love it any less for that. Same for Inner Sydney CBD (Now a veritable Hong Kong/Bangkok/New York fusion metropolis), where I once convened with Malay and Chinese Indonesian elders in mystical village huts (aka Night Clubs). 🤣
The only thing certain in life is change.
SHALOM 🤎