The city pounds. Pulse awakens. The beat
Is contagious. It drifts round corners. Hear
The booming heartbeat up and down the street,
Sending chills up your spine. Pace quickens near
The source of unfamiliar, rhythmic sounds
Of diversity writ large. On the block,
A generation’s imperative bounds
Into your consciousness. The cities rock
To a diff’rent beat, as unknown to you
As yours was to the ones who came before.
It’s harsh, you say, but then, it’s something new.
And new, you remember, could make you soar
To heights you thought that you could never climb.
This city, these kids, their beats: it’s THEIR time.