A Place Called Home
By Breon Powell
In the vibrant city,
Each street tells stories of the state
From the fast-moving heart of Trenton
To the hope in New Jersey
We are glad to be Trentonias
Living by the rules of the Town
Where War takes the Town
And every corner holds the city
We are pleased to be Trentonias
As day breaks so does the state
In the warmth of New Jersey
Lasting memories of the streets of Trenton
The place that made us is Trenton
We celebrate the town
And we love New Jersey
A quickness within the city
A love carried through the state
We are delighted to be Trentonias
We are thrilled to be Trentonias
In all gathering, we celebrate Trenton
While cultivating the State
With each heartbeat we love the Town
And craft the city
Where dreams are made in New Jersey
The spirit of community are made in New Jersey
We are over the moon to be Trentonias
We wholeheartedly believe in the city
We share laughter in Trenton
The Town Speaking of the stories of this state
So much could be told of the state
In the spirit of New Jersey
In the heart of the Town
We are happy to be called Trentonias
Deep in the heart is Trenton
So here’s to the city
Town whereas we are Trentonian
New Jersey is Trenton
State first, Second city
In the Mirror!
By Breon Powell
I am the culture of the city street.
A heartbeat echoing in every step; you hear me coming.
Carved from the strength of my ancestors
Whispers of history in my breath
I wear my skin like armor
“By any means necessary.”
From the laughter of brothers, to the wisdom of my elders
You hear me speak.
I am the dreamer, the doer, the fighter
With visions that soar beyond the sky
In the face of adversity I rise up, I persevere, I thrive.
I am the artist painting/speaking my truth
With colors of resilience and grace
In every struggle, I find my voice.
In every challenge, I find my place
I am love, I am hope, I am pride.
A legacy that cannot be erased.
In the mirror I see you; I see me; I see us.
A reflection of strength, beautifully embraced.
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