I stayed in this city
When I thought it would drain me
Could feel the road tugging
Against the anchor of family
And I watched the procession
As they packed up and moved away
I resolved to look forward
In the place that I would stay
Took the 54 uptown
To the house I was sorting through
While packing up memories
In my childhood bedroom
I filled up these boxes
With things I should have thrown away
They still sit in the corner untouched in any way
At a break in a long day
Found an old ball point pen sketch
While explaining my drawing
With unaffected disinterest
I realized I still daydream
About being a woman
It’s fine, it's just something
Underneath everything
Like all of these boxes
Heavy with sentiment
Sealed and unopened
I lay under the weight of it
And I stayed in this city
When it felt like a home to me
On every block a new landlord
Trying to evict me
Yeah, I was sleeping on couches
At all my friends’ houses
Washing rich people’s dishes
And losing myself in it
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