Where I’m From

I am from the basketball court,

from roaring crowds and the swooshing sound when the ball hits the net.

I am from towering piles of clothes and the endless stacks of shoes.

I am from crape myrtles,

the bright and beautiful flowers that line the streets in the summer.

I am from big turkey dinners and sarcasm.

From the laughs shared between all cousins and the sweet memory of Jacob.

I am from drunken card games and never ending fun.

From “If you eat that seed a watermelon will grow in your belly”

and “Treat others how you want to be treated.”  

I am from the church goers to the stay at homers.

I’m from Savannah Georgia, where the sun always shines,

from big spaghetti dinners to a burger and fries.;

From the lost cousin who took his own life

The bad habits in which consume my aunt and my mother.

And the daily arguments that end by night.

I am from boxes filled with old photos,

Memories made by a family of lies.

CC BY-SA 4.0 Where I’m From by Skylar is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

1 Comment
  1. Profile photo of Samuel
    Samuel 2 weeks ago

    Skylar, this was a very good poem, it was very deep, and made me think about where I come from.

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