"I AM FROM"
I am from cord less phones
from stereos and touch phones
I am from the little yellow house
weeds growing in the gutter
I am from the pine tree
The oak tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from family gathering and long black hair
from Sharon and Lawrence
I'm from arguing and heavy eating
and from stress.
I'm from washing dishes and taking out the trash
and Santa comes to town
I'm from secret Santa
I'm from Ypsilanti and African Americans, collard greens and mac n cheese.
I'm from a serious strong women with family photos on the wall.
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