I Am... Scholarship Slam
I am from the silky green blanket
from clay,and one of the first gaming systems-Game Cube.
I am from the rocky mountains of West Virginia
(running barefoot on the dirt)
I am from the wild blackberry bush behind
the house and the heavy blackberries
attached to whose long pointy limbs
I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from cinnamon buns on Christmas morning
and blessed with youthful cheeks when I smile,
from adopted Chinese kids and drop outs from college
and from a strong habit of worrying.
I'm from "By my God" and "It's pouring the rain"
And my mother singing me to sleep with "Sunshine,
you are my sunshine"
I'm from addictions to food
I'm from Brazil and Texas
Pepperoni rolls and homemade blackberry cobbler
From the women who complains about her nose being cold the whole season of winter
Overflowing with treasured baby teeth and academic awards
High in my mom's closet sits a box of family mementos
I glance over unfocused snapshots and cry
those were the days I'll never get back
those are the reasons I plan to cherish
every moment.
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