I Am...

I am from the bumpy sidewalk

From coconut cake and & tiny slivers

I am from delicate China, softly washed and Delicately handled

I am from skinned knees and training wheels

Where the blood that is trickled runs thicker than water


I am from Charismatic Static Charges

From excited interactions and shouting Contests

Preachers, Lawyers, and in-betweeners

From Forgotten stoires and powerful Characters

I am from the bags that threaten to invade my mother's face,

that save her from their disgrace, because she sacrifices her life, so that others may breathe life

I am from the rustic hands of my Father, who rarely kept his eyes open at movie Theaters


We are from the South 

We are from the North

We are from places you would only dare to speak

We are an everlasting golden tree

Whose leafs will never fall

I am from the matter of stars and the organic universe

We are the eternal roots who will always be there when you beckon and call.

This poem is about: 
My family


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