Where I'm From...


I am from the cicadas of hot humid summers

from frigid winters and Indian summers.

I am from the segregated north

old, strong

memories of death, come and gone.

I am from the undesired southside

the great cottonwood trees

whose snow fell mid-summer I remember

as if caught in the breeze.

I'm from the old school and new school

from top rockin'! and beat boxin'.

I'm from African drum beats and twisted hair

with blood, sweat

and tears to spare.

I'm from all there was and all there is and shall be.

From the presence of naught the physical stimulus those before brought.

Under my bed was a trunk, filled with memories.

Stuffed animals, I often dreamed with these.

I am from disseminated thoughts like a pen's ink that bleeds.

Where I'm from and where I am,
The difference between then and now is where my life truly began.



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