2 - Blu M. - I Am From

 I am from grass fields

from fig and cherry trees

I am from acres of land,

getting lost in grass that grew,

even taller than I stood

I am from the magnolia tree,

the tree I tumbled down a million times

causing Mom to run for my aid

I can feel the spider webs,

coming with each fall

I am from bean sprouts and noodle soups,

from chopsticks before forks

I am from Grammy, Grumps, and Auntie,

my day life before returning home,

from “Bluppie wear this, try that,”

a wonderful blend of culture

I am from a single mother,

one who works to provide,

who sacrificed everything

all for my sake

I am from sharing an ice cream cone

the moments becoming core memories,

any foundation as a person

I am from “why don’t you ask your dad”

and only me having a true answer

the history cutting deeper,

and making me so grateful

I am from standing out,

from growing like a weed,

having a smile similar to a game

of Crocodile Dentist

measurements recorded on a wall

tiny hand prints forever sealed in cement

(Thank you Grammy and Grumps)

Thousands of photos,

videos, drawings, projects,

moments captured in time,

perfectly capturing where

I am from

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