Th REAL Miami ~ Poem I wrote... IGNORE MY POUR SPANISH, SRY!
Poem I wrote this morning as I was getting excited about going back down to Miai, Fl were I am from for voting in a week. Most of my friends cant understand why it is that i love Miami so much... but i do...."The REAL Miami" COPYWRITE RILEY KOLESON SCOTT OCTOBER 26th 2008neon lightsshine down on the streets at nighthotdog stands and one man bands fill the beach scenewhen the sun beats hot upon white sand and caramel tansevery street corner buzzing with the sounds of latino flavor and the smells of cuban sandwiches and cafecitowhere every ice cream truck carries jars of hot sausages and lucas popswhere street buggies sell arepas and jupinawhere authentic mexican cuisine seems to be the city specialtyIn a city where raegae meets hip hop and salsaand creates a jumping sound known as RagaettonThis is a city that never sleepsa city where the clubs stay open till dawn and denny's is where the afterparty happensthis is a city that sings the sounds of drugs and sinwhen little boys sleep in their cribs.This city burns with the heat of passion and the aroma of jamaican patties in the early morningthis is a city where traffic never sleeps and beaches cater to the nightlife scenethis is a city thats always up for a partymonday tuesday el sabado el domingoit doesnt matter the day or time cuz heresomethings always goin down somewhere in townThis is a city less known for its drug wars and its cop killersmore like a city known for its palm trees and sex on the beach.this is a city that never sleepsa city where homelessness runs deepand poverty hides beneath the palm trees tourists are meant to see.ya see... natives know what really goes down in this city....we know what the untrained eye can not seeand we live this realityjust beyond the night clubs and nude beaches lies a city of pain a city of strugglea city of pregnant teens and preteen druggieswe see kids dealin dope on street cornerswe hear the gun shots that hide beneath the sounds of the clubs on south beachwe witness drivebys left and rightand wonder who's next to end up in prison or worse... dead.but we also see the smiles of cuentistas sharing stories to children on the front porch as they wait for the bus to pick them upwe see the magic that happens in the kitchen when mama teaches her hijas the secrets of heat mixed with spices like adobo and sofrito creating dishes like bistec frito con cebollas and arroz con polloas little boys sit with papi on the porch while he drinks his DON Q, Castillo or Seralles el DoradoAlong the sidestreets of little havana and hialeah you can smell the sweetness of cuban cigars as you pass graffitti floaded walls along abandoned factoriesYou can hear the sounds of bachata and salsa on a sunday morning on the sidestreets near calle ochoon these streets far from the beaches you can witness children with sticks poking at piniatas or young girls dancing with thier papas at thier quinces'because on the other side of this city lies heritage and traditionwhere lessons arent learned through textbooks but rather told through stories of ancestry....These are the sights and smells a native to Miami seesSo when you think about this city realize its not just sunshine and palm treesand take a trip into the real heart of Miami...experience the passion that lives beyong the beach and palm trees...experience what Miami is really all about....From a native's eyes.And from a native's heart... welcome... to MY Homeland.Welcome To Miami, Florida!
Author: unmaskedemotions
Keywords: miami florida poem
Added: October 26, 2008