Wednesday, August 03, 2005

I Want To Experience a Different Place

I want to get out of here... and not just a short vacation either...


I want to move to Miami. I want to go where the Caribbean breeze blows across my skin. I want to feel the hot sun and the warm Atlantic currents. I want to feast my eyes upon the city's neon glow. I want to see Ferraris and Lamborghinis and bikini bodies. I want to hear Spanish and Caribbean dialects and accents all around me. I want to experience the nightlife and dance the night away to salsa, merengue, reggae, and other island rhythms. I want to drive along Miami's smooth highways and bridges, embraced by tropical scenery and Mediterranean architecture. I want to eat exotic foods from different islands. I want to experience this culture. I want to experience this Caribbean Rome.

I want to move to Atlanta. I want to go to where there's progress. I want to be surrounded by minorities advancing in life. I want to hear their intellect, their life stories, and everything they've experienced on their road to progression. I want to go to upscale clubs and bars and mingle. I want to eat soul food, red beans and rice with con' bread, pork chops, and red Kool Aid. I want to go to where there are jobs for the college educated and see them pressing upward through the corporate American ladder like the elevators in skyscraper buildings. I want to go where big business goes and where big business parties with its urban hip hop sounds. I want to see the advancing metropolis with its well lit buildings against a clear evening sky, and its gorgeous ebony women in their business suits; I want to hear their intriguing stories and share mine with them. I want to experience this American Mecca.




I want to move to New York City. I want to experience the big city life. I want to ride the subway trains and sit next to strangers who each have their own personal story... but never share it with their riding neighbor. I want to walk the concrete sidewalks and act like I have someplace to go. I want to hear the hustles on the streets, the different languages spoken by people from across the world, and the different New Yawk accents. I want to hear the screaming of the subway rails and underground hip hop. I want to see the mixture of the run down slums and the priviledged upper class. I want to look at beautiful Black, Russian, Italian, Puerto Rican, and Dominican women dressed in the latest street gear, sexy as hell, talkin' their talk with their feisty attitudes. I want to experience this Urban Jungle.



I want to move to Houston. I want to be able to look up at any time and see tall, mirrored buildings amongst trees. I want to see business suits and cowboy hats walking to their respective jobs. I want to hear the Tejano music that I hate so much and southern rap emerge from passing lowriders. I want to listen to Texan and Tejano accents, with a little bit of Spanglish in the mix. I want to see the culture clash of Blacks and Mexicans... and claim Honduran proudly among the two. I want to experience this city's raving nightlife. I want to be able to speak with a beautiful Mexican empress and a ravishing Ebony queen. I want to experience this City of the Sun.





I want to get out of New Orleans...

[ TheSaga | 6:18 AM | ]