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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required you used to whisper to me in stoop slang and bachata basslines, kiss my cheek with corner store breath - hot beef patties, papitas, a dollar Arizona. you’d walk me past block parties where the speakers cracked from joy, and the aunties sang louder than the music. your hands were rough - but they knew my curves, my story, my roots. but now, your voice got quieter. real estate signs stutter where murals used to speak. you wear button-ups now — ironed crisp, smell like rosemary and rent hikes. your laugh don’t echo off bricks no more. it gets lost somewhere between the wine bar and that dog park you said wasn’t for us, but now you walk through like you forgot. when did you stop calling me “mami”? start saying “ma’am”? when did you trade timbs for toms, cafecito for cold brew, “you good?” for “you’re trespassing”? i loved you when you were loud, when you cursed and prayed in the same breath, when your shoes had scuffs and your hair still smelled like shea butter and sweat. now you slicked it back — forgetful. i see you in Whole Foods windows with your new girls — their yoga mats, their green juices, their way of looking at me like i don’t belong in the place that built me. you changed, Harlem, and not in the way lovers grow — but in the way dreams get flipped for profit. still, i walk your blocks like a jilted bride, tracing memories where laundromats used to hum and grandma's gospel broke morning silence. you once held me like a secret. now you just walk by.
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