New Native

The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her

1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood

Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes

Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown

Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free

Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus

Save the Date

I once cut my hair

And I think I’ll do it again, plus deny my Greek-goddess roots

What I will do next will delight and amaze you all

All of you who put me in a box you call, “somebody I used to know”

I will hire a car service, like the braggarts of New York City

Hand the driver a tip with the fat direction to drive you all far, far away

Wherever it is, you need to go

Mark your calendars in pink ink