April 12, 2005 (UrbanWord NYC workshops)
I'm handing the mic over to diversity because
This square is not about the majority from the 1930's
My heart beats like the fluttering of the wings from the birds that no longer rest on Ghandi's statue depositing their excretions
The booths for goods and the subways to thoughts of distinct expressions capture me
My heart beats like the tunneling of the voices here to change his-story
Starbuck goers are racing like the pace I conjure trying to link all this variety into the settings picture
Spring's peace breathes kodak moments; so let me snap this shot and connect with my soul deep inside the beating of my heart
My heart beat is so real & alive in the majestic paintings and correlations of commerce & the colors of freedom escaping the individuals that give me a taste of reciprocity and artistic pastries never too sweet for me to ingest
The nudity of various religious figures claim the attention of realms with one way ports while experiencing the body art
The pace maker breaks ... it cant hold my heart rate because as the break dancers pop and lock, my jumping heart beat STOPS!
It stops in the depths of this park as I stroll to my train
My train to stability with the strumming of the instrument called my vision.
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