The sound of the guitar playing as I wait for the train to arrive. The Ashmont Train to Savin Hill. The drastic change that occurs once I enter the train, a young kid listening and dancing to "if it isn't love," by New Edition. Whether the riders liked it or not, he WAS that subway's DJ, switching songs before their end. And even those who tried to be mad at him for invading their eardrums, couldn't help but tap their feet.
It's the city, the " be who want to be's" all mashed up together on train platforms, buses, walking the streets, and in the corner stores. Free to be who want to be, if you have the guts to be.
-LBG
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