Where am i from...?
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Where am I from…?
I never thought to ask myself that.
Has it ever ---- to me think to think about it.
I from a wooden paint brush trying to paint my way thought life.
I’m from Blue Bell and Suave trying to smoothing out the cracks on the sidewalk just so I can walk straight.
I am from the four walls that corner me in … in a box where I can no longer breathe.
I from my used to be black hair curled in an afro.
I from nana buying me nice things to momma can’t really afford, to me having to work for it myself.
I am from the vines poking me as I try to move closer to my career.
I’m from you look like your daddy … but if I do can I see for myself.
I am from High School of gossip, but it different when it your family.
I from wanting this but not wanting to do it.
I from Oklahoma, chopped beef BBQ stain.
From this cousin going to jail to this cousin just got out of jail to someone past away to someone got shot down the street.
I’m from still trying to understand myself, trying to find my courage and bravery.
Trying to walk that unfix sidewalk. These are the 1st chronicles of Dyani.