Poem #407

Where I’m From.... written during a workshop with Pauletta Hansel in response to George Ella Lyon

I’m from love and acceptance

Tears are sheltered

And the weak must learn how to rebuild

No suckas in this house

 Where accountability is shut down

By not in my house.

I’m from masks parading around

Because denial is way easier

Than admitting you are wrong

Yet I love you

Being the closest apology you will ever receive.

I’m from reminders of wisdom

Through the soul connected in food

Mac and cheese from scratch expresses the love

Of knowledge of home-cooked

More than a box needing the additive.

I’m from laughter and smiles

Cooking greens seems to always bring family together

Through hard times

Even though the heat may be too much

But if you can’t stand the heat

Then get out my kitchen.

I’m from accepting your mistakes

And holding you down during hard times

Judgment being thrown out the door

Because at the end of the day we are family

And must learn to love unconditionally.

Spirits and good deeds

Sprouts during the holidays

While phone calls of

Did you know?

Or did you hear?

Are constant reminders that something is going on in the family

But no one actually connects with the source.

I’m from hugs

Hugs of peace and recognition

You know and respect your elders

Yes ma’am, and Yes sir

Goes far

This is my safe haven

I don’t have to pretend

Just be

And wouldn’t trade where I’m from

Because it's home.