The local artist DeLaVega paints murals.
on the way to the subway.
|This painting was on the wall,|
next to our apartment.
|I don't know who painted this,|
but I like it.
|This painting is my heart.|
|Read the banner, & you'll know why.|
They call the area
El Barrio, or Spanish Harlem.
Up the block, working in the local bakery, there was a teen wearing a gold cross, & a white t-shirt.
He reminded me of the kids I used to work with at the high school, well except he was wearing a Yankees hat.
My friend wanted to stay in Manhattan, in the center of the city, but I didn't.
Now do you get it?