I Am...
I am from the bumpy sidewalk
From coconut cake and & tiny slivers
I am from delicate China, softly washed and Delicately handled
I am from skinned knees and training wheels
Where the blood that is trickled runs thicker than water
I am from Charismatic Static Charges
From excited interactions and shouting Contests
Preachers, Lawyers, and in-betweeners
From Forgotten stoires and powerful Characters
I am from the bags that threaten to invade my mother's face,
that save her from their disgrace, because she sacrifices her life, so that others may breathe life
I am from the rustic hands of my Father, who rarely kept his eyes open at movie Theaters
We are from the South
We are from the North
We are from places you would only dare to speak
We are an everlasting golden tree
Whose leafs will never fall
I am from the matter of stars and the organic universe
We are the eternal roots who will always be there when you beckon and call.