Where I’m From
I’m from cornbread,
From soul food and Sunday afternoons.
I’m from the old-school
From music laced with the trails of underground people
I am from Nana’s hum
From the disco ladies, and women a part of imaginations
I’m from laughter and inside jokes
From yo momma and you so...
I am from bedroom corner dreams
From dancing in the wings,
practicing eating my very own cupcake that would turn me pink.
I’m from the 80s, 90s, 2000s
From Pam and Cole, Rocawear jeans, and late-night TV comedy specials
I am from kicking it at night
Watching the pearl in the blue sea,
wishing I could catch a shooting diamond
I’m from what goes round’ comes round’
From Jesus knows my heart
I’m from the frame of having a soul saved
From Jesus walked on water and broke bread
I am from the shouts of believers
From the rhythm of claps and stomps that rumble within me.
My brain is a cabinet of memories,
I hold and fill,
Hold and fill, small flicks,
Those flicks become dreams,
Those dreams become stories,
Which has become me.















