I remember when the summer times smelled like burning coal and even crispier BBQ chicken. The giggles bubbling up from the front stoop wasn’t something rare after the dawn of night and the local news stations weren’t as local as they are now.
What happened to Brooklyn?
She was never gorgeous but she was beautiful. The type of beauty that came from pride. The kind that held hands with the likes of confidence and swagger. Brooklyn didn’t need to be center of attention because attention was settled around her. From the culture to the crack heads on the corner, Brooklyn has never been one to hurt her sons and daughters.
What happened to Brooklyn?
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