The breeze is my good friend
She meets me during the hours where
The sun shows no remorse
My street isn’t a quiet one
But it will fool you in some moments
Stories live here
Lively
Sad
Fearless
The house two doors down
Holds 4 generations
More on the way
The house just across
2 little girls greet summer mornings
Screaming laughter
Joy
Just a glance
You couldn’t tell of any pain
Loss
No
Not on this street
Not at golden hour
Not from my porch
Not through my eyes
The sidewalk
Just a path to you
A memory
To me
Where the wheels of my first bike (bratz)
Left skid marks after taking off on the 14th or 16th try
The driveway
The home of my first owned car
Dori
The gunshots at night
Oh, that?
That’s just the sound of America
Nothing to do with my street
There’s a tree
I’m sure took root
The day my parents brought me home
A house they built in persistent love
A home I’m sure was awaiting my arrival
My destiny
The house to my right
A 100-year-old woman lived
I remember her husband
I remember their love
Together perched on their porch
I wonder
Who this street was to them
What their lives were like
What they loss on this street
Before the house
Built in persistent love
Before my homecoming
Sometimes I count the cars
How many cars have I watched pass by
My life
What were they doing
When I laid in my lilac bedroom
crying
Where were they going?
Blindfolded
I could still walk every step
My legs know
What my eyes can’t see
So does my heart
This house
This street
My life
My journey
One
One whole being
Inside the other
Built in persistent love
Awaiting my arrival
My only soul remnant
Soul reminder
Of him
Loss
I remember the doorbell ringing
And the dog
Who’s dog?
Your dog
But where are
you.
Our parents
Their faces
I couldn’t read
The longest night of my life
The night I couldn’t leave the porch
The night I couldn’t feel myself breath
But
The breeze
The wind
My good friend
While pondering life without him
A brother
A street
A home
The anecdote to my life
A breeze
When she blows
I can remember
things
My soul won’t let me forget
Remember my roots
Remember my loss
Remember
The home built in persistent love
My home
On this street
With the wind
As my good friend
Tierra Latrice grew up and lived in the Fairfax neighborhood for over twenty-three years. A graduate of the Cleveland School of the Arts with a major in theater, she went on to graduate from Kent State University with a bachelor’s degree in both Journalism and Digital Media Production. Currently, she works as a Marketing Associate, however her true love and passion lives in storytelling. She launched her first blog this year, PageWorthy, where she publishes her personal essays and articles meant to inspire healing and trauma particularly for women of color. It’s her life’s desire to write work that inspires and heals. She chose to continue to grow in her craft and treat life as a journey to be explored.
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