I am From.


I am from handmade red canoes,

from farm land and a white well.


I am from broken bones and bleeding hearts, and crumbling floors and whispering walls.


I am from a pear tree

whose bosom gave sanctuary to wasps.


I am from rusted trucks and rotted ropes, from Barrett and McGee,

and from drunken slurs and broken promises, from choking on lungfuls of cigarette smoke


I am from ‘love thy neighbor, unless thy neighbor is different’, from cornbread and hatred, from smuggling moonshine and from selling secrets


Chasing snakes through fields of golden wheat.


I am from the moments where everything is perfect outside of closed doors.


I am from learning to listen to the walls, and learning to whisper back..


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world



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