The following poem was found written in chalk on the corner of 110th Street & Lexington Avenue on February 28, 2010. It was signed “#39“.
The streets of Spanish Harlem are somber tonight, Ryan Miller.
We shuffle down Lex with dejection in each step.
We’re trying to skate without blades, as the hustlers crouch in the shadows and wait to high-stick a nigga.
The Barrio only wants Gold, Ryan Miller.
So that Silver medal we rock ’round our necks might as well be a noose.
We overtime. We sans Zamboni. And death is a left-handed white boy named Sidney.*
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*The above photo did in fact accompany the poem.
