I AM

November 6, 2015

I am the 'hood and the suburbs.

I am eloquence and vulgarity.

I am a pair of supple ballet slippers on the dance floor and the girl sitting to the side.

I am the writer and the reader.

I am the roughed up bluejeans and the flowing satin gown.

I am dirty work and the feeling of accomplishment afterwards.

I am the cemetery wanderer and historian.

I am a mother's love and a father's neglect.

I am the gifted kid who no one would ever guess is on food stamps.

I am the first generation graduate.

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