“I’m from the place of oodles The place of Skelly courts and handball Basketball sounds are my alarm clock The police are the snooze button RnB rap reggae and soca dress me in the morning. Manhattan skylines are out my window— Close as if I can touch them in the morning as the sun rises over the buildings. Walking into the kitchen, I see walls that reflect every house in the building I smell bacon emerging from the microwave, as I look into the home of Kool-Aid I enter the living room of generations to blast the same song that echoes through everyone’s ears in every house I walk back into my kitchen and look back in my fridge as if hoping to see something new.”