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A conversation with Ketriana Yvonne about her life.

An exerpt from her \u201cDear Brooklyn:\u201d

You are mine and will always be mine.\xa0

I was born to love you, Bedstuy, Fort Greene till I die.\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0\xa0

Although we have had our many breakups\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0

I have left you for others; Washington D.C Baltimore but even the sun and palm trees of L.A. couldn\u2019t 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.\xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0 \xa0\xa0

I know others dig you coming from everywhere like Jerk Water, USA as my Aunt Lena used to say.\xa0

I know you are being manipulated, pretenders trying to change you make you into something ...