I Am
I am from New Orleans
where the beat drives my feet
I am from a family
who will always love me
no matter how crazy they get
they always encourage
me to do my best
I am from homemade Halloween costumes,
And songs in the dark
from walking home in the night
with mommy's hand held tight
I am from the smoke
billowing up from a campfire
I'm from Thanksgiving,
camping with family
I am from Christmas morning at 3 a.m.
from the sound of my sister jumping on my bed
screaming; get up, get up! the presents are downstairs!
I am from that lump under the covers
in the winter when it's cold
I am from reading
all day and all night
from a crick in the neck
from reading in bed
with a flashlight
i am from finding
my favorite black pants
covered in cat hair
from early morning on school days
drinking coffee at the bus stop
I am from struggling grades
to working backup
I am from trying hard
to make things right
To get into school
and do right in life
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