Where I'm From
I am from cellphones
from Droids and Iphones
I am from the flowers in the garden
pink, and short
It looked like a flamingo
I am from the magnolia tree
the pine tree
Whose flowers drifted in the wind
I'm from the beach and eyeglasse
from Dana and Earl
and Connie
I'm from the know-it-alls and
the stand offs
From study hard and
be smart
I'm from God's church
where he washed my sins away
I'm from Georgia,
fried chicken and sweet tea
From the toes my father lost to the lawnmower,
the battle of cancer my aunt lost,
the pictures scattered around the wall
I am from those memories which are told at night.
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