I've loved those trees and canes as long as I can remember, yet that child seems to tell me things about a more majestic place, New York. New York? I heard it's full of a bunch of snotty, rude white kids. Who wants that life? And that child still talks about the city as if it were the most amazing thing you'd ever seen. All she talks about is, "it's way bigger, it's way better, it's way cooler." Nonsense, I won't believe a word.
But, she also said she would take a picture of that Empire State Building and send it to me. She was pretty confident.... I guess you have to see it to believe it, nothing else will change my mind. I'm the only land owning colored person practically on this island, and all I hear is New York, New York, New York. Nothing could be half as good as the home I grew up in. Nothing?
I really like how you wrote from Da-Duh's point of view. It's very creative, and I think you captured her view on New York pretty well.
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