I Am From…
I Am From…
Bike riding was something I enjoyed doing in my old neighborhood (Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Skitterphoto).
Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Skitterphoto
Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Skitterphoto
Bike riding was something I enjoyed doing in my old neighborhood (Photo courtesy of Pixabay, photo credits to Skitterphoto).
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I am from pavements
From bikes and band-aids
I am from the petite, one-story house with a roaming yard
(Blue, comfy, with various sounds of TV and family)
I am from the Cotoneaster bushes
Filled with red, toxic berries
I’m from bike rides and blurry sight
From Michael and the Love’s
I’m from the Ramen noodles and gospel music
From “You are fearfully and wonderfully made” and “Come back inside when it gets dark.”
I’m from the Easter services to “You can do all things through Christ.”
I’m from Virginia and Africans, Native Americans, Latin Americans, and Europeans
Homemade mac n’ cheese and yams
From the meeting of my parents in high school, swiftly falling in love
My dad’s missed opportunity to play high school football because of his broken arm
Stored in a file box, encompassed by the darkness of the closet
Holding onto our past helps guide us to the future
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