I am from a cup of tea,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From milk and sugar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am from the wooden doors my father made by hand, tall, strong, glossy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am from the figs growing on concrete,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the spinach growing on wood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am from eggnog on christmas<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And round faces,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From uncle sunny<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and ivy lynn and gertrude.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am from the loud conversation <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And vague descriptions .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From big feet<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and long legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am from good intentions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From listening to understand and not listening to respond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m from the city that never sleeps and the sweet island of Jamaica,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Salt fish, ackee and breadfruit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From my parents who moved from warm tropics to winter snow,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The coconut water turned soda,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And fresh fruit turned canned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am from the photobook on the nightstand with Jamaican dollars used as bookmarks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am from a cup of tea, From milk and sugar. I am from the wooden doors my father made by hand, tall, strong, glossy. I am from the figs growing on concrete, And the spinach growing on wood. I am from eggnog on christmas And round faces, From uncle sunny and ivy lynn and … Continue reading Where I’m from<\/span>