Tree growing through an abandoned library. Photo by Lori Nix
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"I know somebody, somebody loves my ass,
Cause they help me beat my demons ass,
Everybody’s somebody’s everything
I know you right
Let’s land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when mans go away.
Humans of New York
RUBBER CITY SOUL
For In a land far Away
Under a Blanket of the stars
On a moonless night
a child was born in a kingdom
Of Basketball Gods
In a county they called
north of the capital
a rubber city
Where the Akronites run it
This child earned
the labors of his love
From watching his neighbors
Rise above hard work
At the local mills
Watching the sweat of their brow
Seeing his comrades growing up
Trying to Conquer the hill
A steep field of wheat
worn from cleats and cold
pounding the bottom of their soles
Against tough Ohio winters
and unconditional vertigo
But he rose
from the Dusk
of Elizabeth Park
And her projects
till the arrival of the dawn
rose from a high school Phenom
Straight to the pros
never forgetting how
the sun set on Lake Erie
How the rough waters
of the spotlight
Flow savagely along
always high tide
Knowing the odds against him
Yet his will to compete
Remained Hickory Street strong
For In all this love for his land
He learned to live
by the code of a warriors Song
and glorious were the
to the back of the wall
from the top of the rafters
For all the world to see
this man child rise up
against the odds
under the Akronite philosophy
In his mind ever burned:
Talent is given
Greatness is earned.
I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement
I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation
And influence a generation that’s lacking in patience
I’ve been dealing with my dad, speaking a lack of patience
Just me and my old man getting back to basics
We’ve been talking ‘bout the future and time that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga’s amazing
Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us
We even talked about you and our couple of moments
He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups
You a flower child, beautiful child, I’m in your zone
Looking like you came from the 70’s on your own
My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is
Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone?
A horrible feeling of desolation pinched my heart. I listened rigid but heard nothing but the creep of blood in my ears. Great and shadowy and strange was the world and I drifted solitary through its vast mysteries.
A remote faint question, where I might be, drifted and vanished again in my mind. I found myself standing astonished, my emotions penetrated by something I could not understand.
I felt naked. I felt as perhaps a bird may feel in the clear air knowing the hawk wings above and will swoop.
I began to feel the need of fellowship. I wanted to question, wanted to speak, wanted to relate my experience. What is this spirit in man that urges him forever to depart from happiness, to toil and to place himself in danger?
It was this restlessness, this insecurity perhaps that drove me further and further afield in my exploring expedition. As the hush of the evening crept over the world, the sun touched the mountains and became very swiftly a blazing hemisphere of liquid flame, and sank.
Then, slow and soft and wrapping the world in fold after fold of deepening blue, came the night. And then, the splendor of the sight — in the sky, one bright planet shone kindly and steadily like the face of an old friend. The full temerity of my voyage suddenly came upon me. At last I began to feel the pull of the earth upon my being, drawing me back again to the life that is real, for men.
-Adapted from works by H.G. Wells
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