
In “Wild Invocations,” a book that encompasses the dead and the living, enemies and friends and family, poet Ysabel Y. González delivers passionate, challenging poems that are as a various as her home city of Newark.
Brick City
for Newark, New Jersey
Brick City babies came out their mothers shaped like stone,
the kind of red that takes root in skyscrapers,
kind of uncrumbled piece you think deserves the paint
And now a renaissance brims, constructed out of
gutted ground for the rich But Brown & Black
always get to give grit, right?
Fight for recycled buildings that were once neglected
but we held strapped to our backs, right?
We love our cities over and over until they’re taken from us,
reassembled & called new
But our refusal to burn is what keeps us
& the thought
of how much smiling we’re going to do
when they find us blended into murals Find us in the foundation,
find us in the city’s parks & statues, street signs
holding revolution Find us
in the stories they’re unable to raze
Author photograph courtesy of Get Fresh Books LLC.
Brick City from Wild Invocations by Ysabel Y. González. Copyright © 2019 by Ysabel Y. González. Reprinted by permission of Get Fresh Books LLC.
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