I am from ballet slippers,
From Nike and Gatorade.
I am from
the near city activity bubble;
Night stars, people with plenty to
do,
Where it tasted sweet to not know
boredom.
I am from
the oak and the pine trees,
From the caterpillars,
Crawling up my arms onto the branches
that held the birds
As they sang their sweet morning
hellos;
I am from
the Christmas advents and loud laughter
From Gaga and Grandad’s backyard,
And Chris’s basketball games.
I’m from the
dancers and singers and painters and readers and drawers and writers and creators and
bakers;
And the jokesters.
From “Never
give up” and
“Practice, practice, try your best.”
I’m from the
contemporary Baptist pew,
Who drink and eat and believe that
we have free will to glorify God.
I’m from
Richmond, Virginia; Verona, Big Island, Bedford, Yorktown, & Charlottesville,
From oysters and mashed potatoes.
From the
time that my brother put crackers in his diaper to save his snack for later,
The time my sister put herself in
time out by hiding under the table.
Pictures and
quotes spill out of scrapbooks;
They memorialize friends, family,
events, celebrations, gatherings, milestones;
I am from
the moderate South,
From the women who have created opportunity,
From the education that can elevate and inspire,
From the movers and shakers and dreamers,
From the hard workers who create their own in this world.
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