Letter to Detroit Post – Letter 1


Dear Detroit,

Why are your people struggling so? Where are the signs of life you usually have? I can’t believe the grass is literally greener on all other sides. I have to be honest with you.  I feel you gave power to some people that used you. Drained you, but yet you have a lot of strength left. I see those veins pumping through your inner soul.  Your heart is beating barely but you still give us hope. Through prayer I hope that I can provide you some type of hope. Hope that my kids can be as proud of you as I am.

You raised me and guided me through a lot of diversity. In the ghetto singing songs called survival. When it rains on you I see the rainbow amongst the clouds. I lay with you when it’s time to rest. Get up with you when you stretch in the morning. We are so congruent I breathe when you exhale. I hug you in crisis because I feel your pain. I take those shots for you all the time. The pain from words spoken from those who don't know you.  Judging you. Defending your honor like a warrior should. I fight for you.

On the frontline of this war for that glory I know you can protrude. You possess different asphalt than anyplace anywhere else. It’s very scary how someone so dangerous can be so intriguing and sensual. So disturbing that it angers me, but I always tell you it will be okay. I don’t need to tell you where you lie with me. You have been there for me when my life has been contaminated. Altered by choices reality brings. I can always count on you with open arms.

I love you and will always hold you in my heart. No matter where I go you will be there. You run in my veins and my heart pumps you.  Well, I just wanted to let you know that. I’ll keep in touch with you. Until next week.


 Love and peace,

(you fill in the blank)

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