I am from lipstick, lipgloss, and lipstain,
From Revlon and Covergirl, and from many other lip products.
I am from the bubblegum pink walls of my bedroom,
The heater that lined two walls of my room
(I had to put a plastic gate between it and my bed,
So it wouldn’t singe the covers)
I am from the pool in my house,
Always clear, always cool, a perfect enjoyment.
I am from the hibiscus bush,
With sweet smelling, brightly colored flowers,
And the iced tree,
Which gleamed liked jewels under the rich morning sunlight.
I am from open presents in my pajamas on Christmas day and spending the whole day playing with them.
I am from determination.
I am from southern bluntness
And careful manners,
From the Clifton’s and the James’.
I am from a relationship with the Lord,
And the fire he put in my soul.
I am from Tulsa and the Clifton gals,
From pumpkin, pecan, and rhubarb pie.
I am from both the land of forever summer and the place of extreme seasons.
I am from a land of detailed fantasies that I create; from which I’ve many times drawn inspiration.
I am from my journal, where I’ve written a few book passages whose messages resonate strongly with me,
Where I’ve written and entry or two about a book I liked,
Or any time I was feeling emotionally pungent,
And above all, where I’ve written my special songs to the Lord,
Lest I forget them and the beautiful words disappear forever.
My journal isn’t just a notebook: it’s a spiritual journal where I record the instances of where He has shown me that special light.