Where I'm From
Adapted from the original poem by George Ella Lyon
I’m from empty
grocery bags from Walmart and being disposable.
I’m from the
beautiful chaos of a blended family.
I’m from the
mountains, the darkness, the stars that only show up when all light disappears.
I’m from the creativity
of the Sutphins, the tenacity of the Freemans, and names recorded in police
records instead of bibles.
I am from mistakes
and misunderstandings but never giving up.
From, “It’s our
little secret” and a God who didn’t see me.
I’m from the
Appalachians, soup beans, cornbread, and hobo packs.
From the one time we
tied fish to our feet for shoes and other crazy stories we joked about to keep
from crying about the truth.
I’m from photos piled
in bags left on sidewalks with the trash sorted through in desperation looking
for home.
I’m from yesterday, a
constant longing for everydays, and dreams of tomorrow.
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