“Where I’m from”

By Otisia W.

I am from long days and sleepless nights,

From tired eyes that cried to the moon.

I’ am from late nights and early mornings.

I am from projects and old buildings,

From messed up parks and old swing sets

I’ am from school fights to playground fights.

I am from family meeting and family gatherings,

From family fights and no longer speaking.

I’ am from family meals.

I am from fried chicken, mashed potatoes and greens,

From cook outs and eat in.

I’ am from the best.

I am from “sit downs” and shut ups”

From “what did I say” and “Hard heads makes soft behinds”.

I’ am from “The get past me” to the “stay in the house”.

I am from old pictures and stories,

From family movies to short films.

I’ am from a family of love.

I am from grandmas, who could cure anything,

From the best hugs and kisses she could give.

I’ am from cookies baked with the best love in the world.

I am from a world that lies, steal, and cheat,

From the land of broken hearts and dreams.

I am from the land of not going to make it.

I am from the people,

Who pushed for me to have the best,

From the “you have to make its” and “the way to goes”.

I am from the land of “you did it”.