i had a wedding in that park
i had a baby in that hospital
i had a house on that steet
i got broke on that levee
i ate a bug from that river
i caught the flu in that house
i snuck out of that window
broke my spirit on that levee
rode the trolley on that track
bought the bread in that shop
my wedding ring in that market
that got broke by that levee
i saw fugazi in that place
felt the moon in that place
i met my love in that place
that got broke by that levee
i went to school in that place
walked the stage in that place
i saw the sun in that place
shine on the broken levee
my friend died on that street
my feet ran on that street
young hands raised to that sky
just above that levee
i grew up in that place
spirit flew in that place
i flew far from that place
spirit broke on the levee
Debbie Carry
New Orleans isn't only Mardi Gras, or Jazz Fest, or Southern Decadence. New Orleans is as much a state of mind as it is a city. It cannot be killed by this administration. It cannot be killed by criminals and thugs. It will rise once again and the stories, both horrible and uplifting will become part of a long long line of New Orleans lore. Along with pirates and thieves and murderers and philanthropists and martyrs and heroes, will come Katrina. She has brought with her both the best and the worst of humankind. She has shown this entire country what it is made of. She has laid bare our faults and our potential. Katrina will always be the two-faced mask that has made up this city. She will live in legend and truth for centuries and will hopefully teach us tiny humans a valuable lesson.
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