Dear Philadelphia,
It is our anniversary. 5 years ago I cascaded into your
orbit. I came here with someone
else, but it is you who held me close all the while. You are a city nestled
between two rivers that became my harbor. Philadelphia, my city of brotherly
love, you adopted me as a little sister. Your love has protected me and cradled
me, but has also given me tough love- just like a brother should. I love you right back. Philly, you give
me space to be myself. You don’t let me get away with BS and don’t mind giving
me the finger if I piss you off. You are honest, matter of fact. You don’t
clean up when company comes over. You let it all hang out. My darling city, you
have your blemishes too. Your bombed out houses, your heartbreaking murder
rate, your crumbling industries, your food deserts are areas that have not been
brushed aside. There are people in this city who love you as much as I do, and
these problems will be addressed. You are as nitty and gritty as they come, and
don’t apologize for it. Philly, your streets breed revolution and innovation. From the constitution to the animal
cracker. American Bandstand to jawn.
Your streets hold these memories which undulate between it’s residences.
Your buildings are decorated with art. Your empty lots are turned into urban
farms. This is a testament to the love bestowed upon you. Philadelphia, my
scrappy city, I have truly fallen under your spell. I hold you in a special
place in my heart. Here’s to us!
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