I am from the cicadas of hot humid summers
from frigid winters and Indian summers.
I am from the segregated north
memories of death, come and gone.
I am from the undesired southside
the great cottonwood trees
whose snow fell mid-summer I remember
as if caught in the breeze.
I'm from the old school and new school
from top rockin'! and beat boxin'.
I'm from African drum beats and twisted hair
with blood, sweat
and tears to spare.
I'm from all there was and all there is and shall be.
From the presence of naught the physical stimulus those before brought.
Under my bed was a trunk, filled with memories.
Stuffed animals, I often dreamed with these.
I am from disseminated thoughts like a pen's ink that bleeds.
Where I'm from and where I am,
The difference between then and now is where my life truly began.