The Beauty in Things I Could Complain About
The Beauty in Children (Yours)
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Seeing other children in the street, at the park, on the subway can conjure up so many different responses. At times, I see babies and I cannot help but smile at them; other children, sometimes, compel me to look at their parents and smile a comforting smile and nod my head giving them the “I’ve been there and hang in there” look; and also, there are those children who I just shake my head and look at their guardians and want to introduce them to a belt. Often times, other children can make you laugh, help you gauge where your child may be at, and also want to pull your hair out, but then you are reminded of the Beauty: the Beauty of them not being yours; the Beauty in perspective; the Beauty in future generations; the Beauty in parental camaraderie; the Beauty in each family being different; the Beauty in your children.
Tags: annoyances, boys, camaraderie, children, differences, discipline, diversity, families, family, generations, girls, kids, life, parenting, parents, patience, perspective, rearing, tantrums
The Beauty in the Projects
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As the effect of gentrification creates new landscapes, there is one that remains constant, the Projects. Tall, brown, basic buildings surround an area, forming a community, a community of people who struggle, a community of pissers in elevators, a community of empty dime-bags in stairwells despite the imposing 
new developments knocking down mom-and-pop shops and rent increases that push people out. Often this community is labeled as the ghetto or the hood, but I am reminded of the Beauty: The Beauty in some things never changing, the Beauty in communities of color, the Beauty in there is more than meets the eye, the Beauty in low-income housing, the Beauty in something that is “ours,” the Beauty in the Projects.
Tags: brown, change, color, community, crime, dime bags, diversity, drugs, elevators, gentrification, ghetto, growth, hood, housing, income, life, low income, low income housing, mom and pop shops, moving, neighborhoods, neighbors, people, piss, poverty, projects, rent, safety, urine, weed, white people
The Beauty in the Evening Commute
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There is a precise spot on a staircase in the 14th Street-Union Square subway station where you can hear the clown-masked quartet from the upper level as well as a child prodigy pianist on the lower level and also a drummer and his bass guitarist further down the platform. Often the noise of the City can dance dramatically on your head and compel the impossible wish for Bewitching teleportation, but then you are reminded of the Beauty: the Beauty of talent, the Beauty of diversity, the Beauty of the hustle, the Beauty of a specific location, the Beauty of exposure, the Beauty of the evening commute.
The Beauty in Things I Could Complain About 