Where I’m From
by Jimmy Budd
I am from football gloves,
from Nike and polyester.
I am from cold Fall nights,
from grid and dirt.
I am from cold goodbyes and happy beginnings,
where the middle seems lost.
I am from isolation in the wilderness,
from countless hours spent with family.
I am from spontaneous decisions,
where my mind knows they are wrong.
I am from lost sleep and endless dreams,
with a never disappearing wish.
I am from Okemos,
spaghetti and fried chicken.
I am from adventures and determination,
from my family’s personality.