Ode to Zip Codes

10306 you grew me up,
taught me how to toast,
rave, drive and flip cups.

10304 you taught me solidarity,
how to be alone and strong,
make them all laugh, gasp, stare,
and then move the hell on.

10013 gave a glimpse of how it might have been,
to a girl who could have stayed and didn't,
pressed the boundaries often but not often enough,
then lost sight of everything because of other people's blindness

10306 you were revisited though not for long,
but re-damage you did.
Many have said one should never go back ,
but get over it you never know what would happen till you did.

10314 spawned a five-year party,
no regrets, no forgets,
back to school,
a smart spotty dottie.

10314 again was another first,
a house became a home,
first real one in years,
but no more alone.

07044 well you know,
I am never sure where that story will go.
I've managed to try and for 4 years make it stick,
But not without gallons and gallons of ick.

With brief batches of 718, 917 and 646,
One can almost be fooled that 973 might stick.
But one thing I've learned from all these first few,
Is to never let a zip code-ever define you.