I Am From Memories

I Am From Police Sirens

From Shattered Windows

I Am From Trash Covered Streets

Empty Beer Bottles They Looked Like Mirrors

I Am From Soulful Choirs

The Stained Gloss Whose Bright Floresent Colors Glistened

As If Jesus Himself Was Shining Through  

I Am From Crowed Porches And Hair Grease

From Loud Music And Laughter

I Am The Side Walk Chalk

From Gun Shots And Screams

I Am From Dads Late Nights Home

Always With A Story To Tell And My Face In Disbelief

I Am From The Carryout Down The Block

The Smell Of Fried Rice And Chicken

From The Constant Anger The Tears My Mother Cried

Under My Bed Is Where I Hid As Distant Flames Illuminates my Room

Silent I Glide Through The Streets Unnoticed

Realizing i Am From The Burning Bush Set Aflame By Animosity

I Am From The Ashes That Built My Family Tree