People don’t really care about postcards these days but I figured you’d appreciate.
A little bit like people don’t care about Detroit, and when they do, it’s always to talk bad about it.
Come on Mum, you know exactly what I’m referring to.
People say that Detroit is abandoned, and dangerous, and grey, and cold and rusty.
It’s almost like they’ve been to Detroit.
But we both know that, people, they don’t bother going to Detroit.
People they don’t go to Detroit so no one gets postcards from Detroit.
And it’s a pity Mum, cuz postcards are nice and Detroit it’s nice !
Like I said, I figured you’d appreciate to see what Detroit looks like.
So here’s my postcard.
It’s a little house.
And because I know you like little houses I got you another one.
Not another house Mum.
I actually couldn’t pick one, so I got too many, and because I figured you’d like postcards...
Well, here they are
So here’s another little house.
It does need a good dusting.
And here’s a mansion !
And here’s a castle !
And another one !
And a prince !
And a princess !
And a golden horse !
And the church where they got married !
And the car factory where the prince used to work before he got laid off because humans are so easily replaceable by cheaper humans and by robots too.
And the last cup of tea they had before they god evicted
And their favourite restaurant before it closed down because everyone moved to the suburbs
And the people that moved to the suburbs because the city became too dark in their opinion
You know Mum, Detroit is a blue-collar and a Black city.
And that’s why it got fucked over so many times
Ran over by a pale-faced capitalism
You know Mum, for years, and to this day, Detroit has suffered many losses.
In the hands of gang violence.
In the hands of the police.
In the hands of abandonment.
There’s a lot of things that are abandoned in Detroit.
Relics of a glorious past.
But it’s not right to say that Detroit and its people are abandoned.
You know Mum, Detroiters have been given so much shit that they don’t take none.
Excuse the rhyme, but Detroiters have no time for their detractors.
They have bigger fish to fry.
Someone has to rebuild the city.
Someone has to get that shit done.
And fuck whoever looks down on them.
Cuz they aim high
Cuz they’re proud of who they are
Cuz they know where they come from
Cuz they’re hustlers
Yes, Mum, swagger
You know Mum, like their buildings, Detroiters are grand,
And for them, the tide is turning
and the winds are changing.
The windows will be replaced,
the cracks will be filled,
the gaps will be bridged,
and water will flow,
and light will turn back on.
A fresh haircut
A blank page
breaking the ceiling.
I’m telling you Mum, Detroit is on the come up.
And it’s exciting.
It’s a new dawn.
It’s a new day.
It’s a new D.
P.D.: love you Mum