21st Avenue

 

You wouldn’t believe the things my wings have seen.

You’d say “that’s impossible!” or some figment of my imagination.

But my wings never lie.

They’ve seen people in places too beautiful to conceive like the people on 21st Avenue where they smile and dance in the heat of the sun as it glistens on their skin. They stomp and clap about to the beat of a bad boombox; shaking the street with their courage.

 

You couldn’t fathom the things my wings have heard on 21st Avenue.

You’d say “that’s preposterous!” or some made up dream.

But my wings never lie.

They’ve heard sounds of children laughing about hopscotch games and yo mama jokes. Little black girls playing zing zing zing while their beads, barrettes, and bobo’s click and clack in the hot summer air. There’s no place they’d rather be.

 

It would shock you, the things my wings have felt on 21st Avenue

You’d say “that’s crazy!” or maybe in some other place.

But my wings never lie.

 The mist of water soaring through the air from the outpouring spout of a fire hydrant. The vibrations of feet of every age running out the house to have a turn in the cool splash. Mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters stay in the fun till the sun is no more. Now the day is done.

But the feeling of family, the feeling of community lives on.

 

Oh the things my wings have seen are too beautiful to conceive like the people on 21st avenue.

 

By: Alexis Smith-Daniels

Artist Pauly Everett’s workS, a mixed media mash-up of pop culture icons and comic book details are delivered in exuberant primary colors and a hip-hop street art flavor.   He calls his signature style “city psychedelic art,” and from his crowded, bright studio, Everett, has established himself not just as a maker of vivid canvases but also as a community-spirited benefactor of art for local kids and a fixture of downtown energy.