I’m dilapidated, my feet stink, and my head hurts.
I think the only thing we need to get over today is fear itself.
Henry Covington and Mitch Albom are from Detroit.
So is my back surgeon.
What are we going to do with them?
Get rid of the Pistons, Lions, Tigers and Red Wings?
Jaundice is only for the truly paranoid.
If we can’t walk through the streets, then truly, we are in jeopardy.
There should be no place on Earth, we can’t truly Roam.
Look, people. If we are going to run down Detroit, and run around afraid of people, then truly we are dead.
I’ve walked through the streets of Harlem, with a lot of money, and I’m still not dead.
Folks is folks. And people are people.
I truly believe we should all do 1,000 hours of community service, in a blighted area, before we are allowed to function in the rest of society.
I think if anyone’s to blame, then it’s the unions and the white collar workers.
So polarized, they didn’t have the sense to compromise, and succeed.
To simply give a crap, seems to be what God is looking for.
To blame someone else, for the problems of the world, is the beginning of losing it altogether.
I’m quite happy with who I am.
By Sebastian Phillips
Industrial cities in formation
For what once was is now for the present.
To leave suggest the unwillingness to stay to endure adversity.
Can we proclaim the agenda is the title in despair.
Can we pave a new road out of its origin.
Can we remember the path.
Do we emulate the procession or the D in Old English. And P is for present.
Let’s reinstate the comeback. In consideration of due repair.
By Marquis Canaday
I walk through the broken streets
Half black and red –
Part steel and tar.
Half bricks scattered along the unkept sidewalk.
Tarnishe scarlet covered car parts –
Resting forever the the vacant lots.
Telephone polls guard the alleys.
Looking away from the rooftops –
Stores with faded signs.
If you stay still and look,
You can see the ghosts.
You can speak with them
Her or him –
As the sun sets
Creating the chilly urban silhouette.
A 98 year old once told me
That Detroit is a garden spot
Surrounded by water.
And the whole wide world
A civic soul.
Cannot be renovated.
Transformed into something new.
Gentrified to House Foreign entities.
And silvery Chrome Street Lights.
And Paris or London.
In the middle of