Last night in NYC

For my final day in new york city, this has been the best. Upon waking uo bright & early at the crack of 10a, I gathered my belongings from my resident couch in my friend's apartment, and returned to the place I used to call home. the door opens to the bright, shining face of my little girl as she runs to me with open arms. We play until lunch and then I began the process of repacking our lives into two suitcases and two carry on bags. Its an all day process that lasts until 10p, with breaks for picking up K from school, having dinner with my family, homework & bath time. I even found time to braid up Niya's wild fro into a neat braided style. At bedtime, she was so tired from fighting that she went straight to sleep. But not K, he stayed up as late as he could, holding me as I cried in his arms, making jokes, getting me to laugh. I laid and cried with my boys wrapped in my arms as long as I could. Until I felt the crippling weight of what tomorrow was to bring. Separation. Being split across the country. So I left. Went to my place of solace. Freestyle mondays at 116.
I could think of no better way to spend my last night then to rock out on a mic in a room full of emcees. To be surrounded in a community of music and lifted spirits. It was whilst standing on the line to spit that u was able to consider the bright side in this situation. That I would have true and absolute freedom, like righy now. This moment in time. So the band swaps, songs get played, emcees get slayed and others just give up. I recognize that I am becomming an emcee. Like it or not, hip hop has always made my heart beat. It may not be my main goal but it is within me to do. Its why I write, why I drive myself mad with perfecting prose, and constantly imaging new verse. Art, music, photography.. Thats what I am about. I am not a time clock puncher. I am a free creative thinker & dooer.
the night ends, and contact info is exchanged, I am sADDENED once again. "what do you want to do on your last night" is the question being raised repeatedly over falaffel. I can only say I want to walk. At first there are three of us. Until Grey gives up, heads west to our east. Dy and I head east at my lead. Through my high school stomping grounds of Grammercy Park, down to my adult prefential hang outs of the east village & LES. And we talk, endlessly. It is a perfect winter weather for saying goodbye to my lover with a moonlit stroll. From LES over the Williamsburg bridge, to my heart & home, Brooklyn. A walk that only took 3.5 hours. Dy is amazed, and must now swipe me on the train, and get straight to work. I look out riding the j, seeing all the spots we didnt hit, all the places I forgot about. I whisper a another goodbye to new york, my long time lover. Until we meet again.

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