I’m from Washington Heights
Where fire hydrants are left opened all summer long so the neighborhood kids can stay cool
Where loud music is the norm no matter the time of day
Where fireworks are lit up every day from late June till early August
Where you’ll be greeted by dozens of street vendors once you get to 181st
Where kids line up for $1 slices after school
I’m from Washington heights
Where there’s a bodega or two on every block you step on
Where patelitos and morirsoñandos are essential after a long day at the pool
Where we love to listen to Tokischa and El Alfa on full blast
where you won’t go a day without hearing police sirens
Where Dominicans reside and flourish
I’m from Washington Heights
As I was reading along I could visualize being at Washington Heights. Also the poem reminded me of my childhood. I grew up in Elhmurst, Queens. Where fire hydrants are also left opened during the summer time. Overall great poem.
I definitely agree I went to high school in Washington heights and grew up here. I understand what it is to walk through 181 St. Nick and literally have to swerve because of the people. The coco mango cherry and the frio frio you name it. Washington Heights is different.
Great execution. I could close my eyes and just picture everything you described. Would make anybody who grew up in New York miss home.
Hi Mairely! I love Washington Heights a lot, and I pictured everything so clearly! I loved your poem!