I am from under the bed, from the dark and cold nights

I am from under the table where I use to be waiting to get found so I could be the next “it”

I am from the tree shaking, dogs barking at each other, and the people smoking cancer sticks as if I like that everyday

I’m from the chicken frying and from the water running as if people don’t pay water bills

From Dashawn, Zayquan, and Monique  

I am from people dying like flies, and people of the stage of getting old and I know all and I seen all

I’m from her refreshing my mind by thinking that way
my mom helped me out by saying those words to me

I’m from Brooklyn and Jamaican Queens, the curry chicken and the no salt

From the cuts and tattoos that my uncle had before he said his last words
The way mom use to hit when I didn’t listen to her for nothing

In my mom closet there was a shirt of my uncle and my dad
And the dreams and nightmare
The face expressions
To the thinking and the pictures

I am from those moments
That changed people’s thinking about me



  1. Emily 2 years ago

    I like how you described the moments that make you, you.

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