I am from...
I am from fresh Folgers coffee every morning
from warm pancakes and cold orange juice on the weekends.
I am from Saturday church
And Sunday dinner.
I am from red lipstick and black heels
to overalls and fishing poles.
I am from my church family and
my closest friends.
I am from rickety ole’ bones
and heart aches.
I am from it was the size of my face
to I should have stayed home.
I am from picking up sticks in the summer
and raking leaves in the fall.
I am from pork meat and chili, carnita meat
And tamales.
I am from “You’re such a little Margie”
and “I wouldn't’t have it any other way”
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