Amityville Expressions

What we think we become, and my family is known to think big What we think we become, what happens if you THINK about losing your home How do you find it, what do you look for  I can always find my way back because its where the people I love are What we think we become, what happens when you think for home I engulf myself with the smell of cucumber melon incense  The overwhelming floating fragrant smell of soul food What we think we become, and my family is known to think big Yeah we laugh, yeah we joke We are also mass communications specialists We are PR representatives and diversity and inclusion managers What we think we become, and my family is known to think big Only as a result of necessity to survive Discrimination not only plagues my family but everyone that looks like me My own people not having the state of mind to invest in themselves so they take from each other  Our only way out is to think and to think big 10pm is an orchestral performance that beings of the night  As t

In this house, on this street and even in this area, home is where we gather. And even though all that dwell here might come from different backgrounds, In these times and for reasons that don’t make sense, home is all that matters. Life is unpredictable, you never know how lucky you are until words like Pandemic and isolation become the main topic of family dinner conversations. Or when you turn eighteen and have to zoom with everyone you’re close with. When ten days ago you never even heard of zoom. How at eighteen you’re forced to worry about how your career goals have changed. When you plan for graduation and you’re not sure yet if it might happen. How sitting in isolation and being bored forces you to find new interests, and  To value other things more. How the heroes you looked to up to, the sports figures you idolized are nothing  Compared to the people who now risk their lives everyday just so you can have a better one. Where going to see your grandparents might put their life

It’s interesting being a senior in high school during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a time of great uncertainty. Something no one can control. Sure, the President of the United States, the Governor of NY, and even local politicians have put in policies to help fight the spread of coronavirus, however, it’s inevitable. The Kansas Governor has suspended the school year for all high school students, does that mean NY could be announcing a similar directive in the near future? The prom and graduation we’ve been looking forward to for our entire educational careers. It’s not fair. As President of the Class of 2020, I feel powerless, I try to keep the class informed, but there is only so much I can tell them. Why? Because I don’t know, I don’t think anyone does. I do know that school administrators are not worried about prom or graduation, they’re worried about handing out chromebooks, setting up wifi hotspots, and feeding children that qualify for free or reduced lunch. I completely understa

There’s a hot pot of oxtails waiting for him on the stove,  the element glows red, like his headgear, or the grapefruits in, the bowl, the table it’s platform the color of hematite, the speaker feeding him the sounds of the tri-state area, he’s lost in his head, but a “Q!” from his mother snaps him out of it. His mind dreams to summer, full of adventures like an Indiana Jones movie, his heart smiles at the thought of all his friends around him, Enjoying the island’s plethora of beaches, their waters deep, and rich with history, at night the town pools water are still and clear, like glass that can’t cut you Driving through Massapequa, windows cracked, the smell of All American intoxicates him Hey maybe this place isn’t so bad after all… But he’s been here his whole life, and knows of the vast world that awaits beyond his habitat, he knows he must get a taste of the outside, a new territory, the ambition surges within him, he can legally do what he wants, choose his own path, The stud c

The place I call home is grandma's space Just down the road from Centerwood Where we eat, sleep, play and say How we are thankful each day that we are living Where I can finally say I found safe haven You smell food like a strong fragrance from down the street A hello and great big hug is how we greet We open our arms open wide  So that you feel homey, nice and warm inside You smell the gumbo cooking on a pot  I'm sure that once you eat it 'll hit the spot The place I call home is grandma's space Where you can find a smile on my face  Its saddens me when we all have to leave But the feeling is not sour but very sweet We always stay together its just how we do  A good morning from grandma a  Goodnight to that she gives to me  And now to you  So this is grandma's space so sit and relax The weight will be all off your shoulders Where you can find love as big as a boulder  This is a place that i call home For me and everyone in my family  Love is what holds us together

There’s always an issue It’s on a schedule,  like the trains passing periodically; Routine. Passing out way too frequently  Nothings working with me It’s fine, it happens all the time So I’ll just leave Peddling the wheels Fast enough to make my chain come loose  I reach the secret path, my soles touch dirt Tucking my bike behind a bush, Greeting the wildlife living in the trees It’s only the polite thing to do Hoping the maintenance workers are off today If not I’ll have to greet them too Tranquility in the Abandoned, Ambiance in being Alone. Smoke strings upward, gone within seconds Without a trace, disintegrating into the air  The sun disappears creating an indigo hue My problems seem to disappear as well

I’ve always felt so alone No one to love, no place to call home My heart had grown cold Because the people I loved liked to come and go. So I closed myself off I did not want to be hurt Until he showed me the warmth I craved, And soon after my heart was enslaved To the man I grew to love His crooked smile swept me off my feet Which was hard for others to compete, And as I laid in his arms For once I felt complete Was this what I was missing? A sense of security? A sense of safety? No longer was I reminiscing About the ills done before I finally felt like I belonged I felt like I was home Who would have thought a scrawny boy could change so much I am no longer alone I have someone to love, someone who is my home Now my heart is full and warm Because the person I love won’t come and go.