A conversation with Ketriana Yvonne about her life.
An exerpt from her “Dear Brooklyn:”
You are mine and will always be mine.
I was born to love you, Bedstuy, Fort Greene till I die.
Although we have had our many breakups
I have left you for others; Washington D.C Baltimore but even the sun and palm trees of L.A. couldn’t make me stay.
I keep coming back and you always took me back with open arms. Dining me and you have never culturally deprived me.
I know others dig you coming from everywhere like Jerk Water, USA as my Aunt Lena used to say.
I know you are being manipulated, pretenders trying to change you make you into something ...