Where I'm From

May 9, 2014

I am from the garden filled with vegetables of all sorts.

Cucumbers, tomatoes, turnip greens, and squash.

I am from the breeze that blows past the freshly washed and hung

Clothes on the clothesline in summer’s prime.

I am from Punkin’ and Tigger

Della Della, Dave, Josie and Big Tom

More importantly I am from Cuttin’ Joe and Linny

Composed of nations and races who once superior and inferior of one another

I am from the nerves trembling in front of fifty

To the adrenaline rushing in front of hundreds maybe even thousands

From 52 white and 36 black; 23 different notes

To an 8 count and a metronome

I am from the overpowering of White Diamond’s embrace

I am from lipstick stained cheeks

I am from confidence, love, religion, ambition, and generosity

I am the only expert on me

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