City moms like sun, too
Pudding piles of cinnamon and rice
Reach tin bowl rims like
Country hills
Kiss sunlight
City moms might dot their tops
With canned fruit chunks and
Boxed dark-chocolate drops
Their flowers come
From shops in pots and
Wow
How they brighten up
City high rise hallways
And packed parking lots
City Mom pies rise
In tight corner kitchens
With an aroma
That curls up like
City smoke and
Rare roadside oaks
City moms
Make thick mango sweets
Spawn age old
Tricks in quick
City streets
And moms like these
Don’t need
Sea breeze
Or country dancing ease
Or forest soft trees
To make us kids feel safe
To make everyone feel
Needed and real
Cuz
Us City Kids are
Sweet magic, too
Warm and sweet with
Big city wins and feats
Street-light powered
And blued
With sparkling city sky
Twilight hues
Shiny and high lustered
We’re like new mixed paint colors
Miles Davis copper and brass
Run down feet
We are Loretta Claiborn City Fast
We gleam with
Sidewalk shattered glass,
Brave unknown trails of
Tire stained lanes
We are nighttime alleyway Firestained
Early morning paper-route rained
Christmas-time broke
Puffed with city smoke warmth
And hand sewn coats
We Kids are
City Mom made and
Neighborhood raised
Got urban garden grown
Herbs in our City made veins
Hand laid brick housed
Fed and fine
City sunned and
Momma’s spit shined
Lathered and rolled
In hand-stirred butters
And candy necklace gold
We are corner market fed
Church meeting learned
Police smacked and prodded
We are shaken City firm
God sends us messages
Through city dwelling birds
She’s a City Mom, too
Bakes, spins, and stirs
And sends magic enough
To City Kid run the
Whole Wide and Deep World
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Throughout her childhood adventures and equally imaginative young adult life, Skye Ellis has been lead by curiosity. Ellis moved from MA to D.C. to explore community, identity, free play, improvisation, and the art of organized rebellion. Questions about the society in which she's expected to conform to stimulate her work as an actress, writer, designer, and lover.
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