detroit sits in me like a prolonged aftertaste
it does not want me to miss it
to think of it as empty and crumbling
as vacant ghost
it wrestles with all my complexes
all savior and naive
it teaches me nothing I can find anywhere else
it begs me not to tell it’s stories
it asks to be heard in another language
to be spoken with a tongue unattached to pity
with a language that screams
it’s here. it’s never gone anywhere.
Last June, I took a trip to Detroit partly to see The Alabama Shakes but also to see the city. I've heard so much about Detroit and the burgeoning artists scene. I began my avid research searching up all the things I could do when I go there.
To say Detroit was different than the way it seems online would be an understatement. It's different in the most positive and heartbreaking ways. I have never met as friendly and kind people as the people I met in Detroit. I've also never seen so much open and empty space as I've seen in Detroit. Coming from Boston, it's hard to imagine a physically empty city. Detroit is by no means an empty place, it's genuinely filled with spaces. Spaces to breathe, to smile, to reflect, to absorb...Spaces to see things as they are.
I have to admit it was saddening to see the effects of poverty in the most severe way I've ever seen, yet it was also liberating to see a community so in love with where they live.
It was this love that stuck with me and I still feel it under my skin.