One early spring morning, out in Brightmoor, you were young, you put on a tee, it stretched out across your chest, covering your rib cage just so, the color was right. You were young. But it fit.
Now, over on Belle Isle, at the edge of the soccer field, a girl crouches down on the fresh cut grass. There in the woods, she sees a golden fox making its way. She smiles. She knows the wild.
See that fist reaching for the river? Designed by a Mexican artist, telling the story of a black fighter, built for a wounded city, providing an iconic “Yes.” Do you feel that power? It shakes.
Two lovers are entwined in one another’s arms, fast asleep, their phones are in the other
room, a single glass of water sits by the bed. It is Saturday. Last night was fun. Let them sleep.
Words are placed beside one another, words that have never sat together quite like this.
Simplicity. Quality. Justice. Sophistication. Power. Inclusivity. Beauty, Love. Say them slowly at first. Then, say them fast.
A fierce, beautiful woman is explaining this to her date, “When you have your own style, you know you are more than worthy. You have a kind of power. We’re all a half inch taller. Our feet aren’t so tied to the earth. Things float. Am I making any sense?” His heart surges, he slips his hand into hers.
Paris was stupid once. Tokyo was a blur. New York was peasants and drunken sailors. There is nothing inevitable about a city. You just own it. One day a woman stands tall and says, “Now, here.” And, right now, this is Détroit.
On warm nights, when the music plays, the night dances too.
It is still hard. There are still slaves in this world, along river deltas, in vast factories whose
owners have never walked the floor, exhausted women are sweating, toiling, the engines run hot, everyone is waiting for the day to end. Perhaps pennies are tossed. But there are still slaves...they’re still slaves.
The sun rises here. We are free to decide what our style is, what our power is, what our day will be, how we choose, how we make. Something nice. Unlock the door. Reach to the window. Turn the sign over. “We are Open.” We are free.