Where I'm From?
I am from a tan house, a tree & white gates
From the Caribbean household with dishes like oxtail & rice and peas
I am from a home of noise
From that sketch book in that top draw, this brings out my creativity
I am from that iPod dock, which plays my favorite songs
From that camera on the kitchen counter, this captures my favorite moments
I am from a house with my little sister Lauren, aunt Kelsie, & little brother Logan
From traditions of staying together
I am from where thanksgiving isn’t just about food, but giving thanks for one another
From saying’s like “Misery loves Company”
I’m from a family where “struggle” means to push harder through challenges.
I’m from most valuable & cherished memories
From spending the day in the movies with my dad & older sisters
I’m from Brooklyn, cold on this January day
From people wearing coats, boots, scarves & hats to stay warm
I'm from Brooklyn!
I'm from Brooklyn!
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