I’m from the self-made man who left home at the age of
eighteen because he didn’t want to follow his mom’s command.
I’m from a woman raised to have a plan but that got interrupted
by an ungrateful man.
I’m from the youngest of three children one sister that’s half
and another that’s whole.
I’m from years of hand me downs and shoes with worn soles.
I’m from bushy, thick, and, kinky hair; flat irons and salon chairs.
I’m from amens and women in fancy church hats.
I’m from country smooth gospel to the phrases in Christian rap.
I’m from proper grammar and misinterpreted slang.
I’m from creative minds and people with gifted hands.
I’m from people darkened by the sun and chased by the Klan.
I’m from past generations and history that made me who I am.