Positively Cleaveland
Inspiration brought on by a dying city. Financially and spiritually speaking. Going back through the history books of my city I see that at one point we were a thriving cluster of communities filled with culture, comradery and hard work. Beauty and brawn to boot. But lately I've seen division, hateration and elevated rates of evacuation taking away the last remaining heartbeats of my beautiful city once filled with so much life. Like a dying old man each. breath. one. step. closer to his last.But me I feel like I'm the Cleveland Clinic, ready willing, well-known and trusted by reputation to revive this dying man. Old age is no excuse for my city founded in 1796 to kick the bucket. With old age comes wisdom, experience education and strength to bring up a new generation. As a young black woman born and raised by a young black woman in Cleveland in me was instilled work ethic. A woman in a skirt and a hard hat. A lady in timberland boots clutching a Coach bag.
My city was once a city of champions being named All-American city 5 times!
Indians, Browns, Cavs. Pennants, World Series, NFL Championships. Loyal Fans and excitement! Cleveland! Rock n Roll! The Plain Dealer, the Aliened American, a black newspaper, Carl B. Stokes, first black mayor of a major U.S. city, George Peake, the first African American settler in Lakewood. Oh yes black history is strong in Cleveland as well as Puerto Rican, Hungarian, Ukrainian, Italian, Greek dig deep seek, and ye shall find.
It takes more than a phenom wearing 23 to bring back my city. We need to think positively, and an ounce of positivity has resurrected the Cleveland in me.
Who's With Me...
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