New York is never neutral
in how it makes you feel.
New York can’t be forever
Unless you are a structure made of steel.
I suppose I became a woman in New York
How, I’m not sure–
Through mouth pain, survival mode and
Brain and body and heart ripped.
I’ve learned to tell a driver,
“Hey, man, it’s MY turn.”
I’ve learned no one is watching
And I can sing Jingle Bells loudly
As I walk down the street.
I’ve learned snow doesn’t kill you…
Just makes you very, very sad.
I’ve learned to clean out closets, take up less space
Get up early.
I’ve learned to run along the Hudson until I cry
I’ve learned to go through panic in the night
I’ve learned to love a daughter more than my own breath
New York! New York! If I left you my heart would break
But New York! New York, if I were to stay
Would you just break it anyway?