#brookly

[sagent-of-chaos]

just like that youre gone

[chromet]

Upcoming 893 Factory biker boots

[quickienewyork]

Insert quarter to fuck off!

[anulika99]

Venus in Virgo on a 7 day

[brooklynbridgebirds]

Blue-winged Warbler Brooklyn Bridge Park, Pier 6

[bodakpurple]

'cause i've got a new york state of mind in indian standard time

Why did you look at love that way?

Fashion that way?

“the only fashion you get is that weekly hair trim.

Anything else would get in your studies’ way”

But you made us watch Hollywood films,

Read Enid Blyton books, fined us 5 bucks

If we didn’t converse in English.

Look! I’m losing my mother tongue,

But the reply was “now you’re posh and polish”.

“Our society is built on traditions” you said.

“We’ll pick a boy whom you’ll wed”

But don’t you understand?

My childhood is built on Friends and HBO.

Of roses and wine from Romedy Now milieu.

And you wonder why I’m depressed.

Every night I battle demons;

Two ends – one mouth and the other hand

Pulling me apart like mozzarella in strands.

People hear you praise me;

“oh! She’s the perfect girl, perfect grades, perfect manners.”

If it was possible, pride would ooze out of your ears;

“oh! I raised such a perfect girl!”

You don’t know even the prelude;

To the world I’ve built in my head.

Hell, I wonder if you even know

I live in a whole other realm in my head.

But there you go, putting me on a parade.

Showing me signs, hoping that I understand the charade.

“oh! All we ask of you is to protect that good name!”

Well, all that good name asks of me is to lose everything I am.

If I present to you in bullet points,

How I deal with living in your ideal world

After being brought up, set to another world;

I replace my name in place of Jude and

Sing and console myself;

Imagining I was there in the Wembley stands.

I’d tell you all this, all stories from all lands

But I know what you’ll say:

“When we were you’re age, we didn’t take

All you have now for granted.”

But that’s okay,

It’s just another night when Paul McCartney

Reminds me to not make it bad.

[marinkd]

Brooklyn, 2020

[fallbabylon]

Pete Steele memorial tree, Prospect Park, Brooklyn NY