Where I'm From

Where I'm From

"African American Child"

I am from the smell of the coffee beans on Sunday mornings,

from Cappuccino to Exprosso,

I am from the dtrong hardworking black African American women;

Latte, Cocoa, Mocha,

I am from the strength of hands on the cotton fields,

the diversity of wild cotton;

a soft white fibrous,

I'm from the Abrams BBQ to extracting honey from bees hives,

from the Hodge's, the Taylor's, and the Davis,

I'm from the tireless tribes and 

from compassionate ancestry

from I'm "An African American Child" to

I'm an intelligent, beautiful darkskin warrior."

I'm from "the lord that takes in his people where he crowns the humble with salvation,

I'm from the tribes of over a hundereds of languages,

from roasting corn to harvesting sugar cane,

From the difficult times these past years

She worked below the beaming sun

Shining bright on her honey golden skin

glowing as a thousand moons,

In the tall and long wheat field spear

of summer grass is hidden with precious memories

in a wooden box,

I am from the moments where I drean 

to stand as an " African American Child"