I am from Marie Smith and Kroix Smith
From single mother poverty and no high school education.
But I am from my mother and brother’s arms
Ready to embrace always, “I love you.”
I am from next to the border immigration laws
From hundred plus degree weather without swimming pools.
But I am from laughter in the rain and
Barefoot puddle wrestling on 19th Street.
I am from Top Ramen every meal, off stained, plastic dishes
From low grade beefed Hamburger Helper artery cloggers.
But I am from the faint smell of fresh teriyaki beef jerky
Cut, Marinated, and Sun dried in our very own jerky cage.
I am from drugged up guardians, tears, and loud, angry nights
From suicide risks, attempts, and lonely midnight walks.
But I am from close friends and healthy family
“You are strong.”
I am from stolen health driven households, always fixing someone.
From manic depression, anxiety, insomnia, and pill dependence.
But I am from frivolous hide and go seek in the dark at the park and
Board games every Friday until everyone is too tired to yell “Yatzee!”
I am from hope. And I will create hope.
From “Be the change you want to see in the world.”