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.
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