I Am From
I am from the east coast,
Where bipolar weather meets
A world of Americanized-Cameroonians.
I am from a family built on love and respect.
I am from “honor thy father and mother”
And all the other aunts and uncles that come with them.
I am from “It’s a hard knock life,”
Suck it up
And don’t spit it out
When it starts to get bitter.
I am from rice and stew…
Stew made with a hint of olive oil
And a fist-full of Africa.
I am from Maggi cubes and an abundance of pepper.
I am from 3 square meals.
I am from late-nights
Leading to Saturday mornings Ovaltine
And bread with butter.
I am from faith,
A product of mercy and grace.
I am from sleepless nights and tear-jerking days.
Glory be to God,
For I am from praying so hard
That my knees begin to buckle
And my stomach begins to churn
And my heart begins to tremble.
I am from angles chastising me
In envy of such genuine worship.
I am from inevitable sin and imperfection,
But it’s okay
Because I am from the power of eternal life
In the resurrection … Of Christ.
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