Where I'm From Poem

 

I am from peanut butter,

From Jif and Skippy

I am from the small laid back apartment

            (blan, red, it 

              sounds of loud sirens)

I am from the oak tree,

The willow tree which is 

little and skinny like me

I’m from the Tuesday movie nights 

and the bougie family

From Rasha and Cameron

and Maria

I’m from the rowdy and 

goofy family

From the don’t ask for nothing don’t touch nothing and

be a leader not a follower

I’m from God, going to church on Sundays

I’m from Seattle, Washington,

peanut butter and wings

From the argument in the salon about money

the cousins hiding from a whooping

Above the dresser

I am from the place where its cold even on a sunny day