I am from sweaters,
From mac and cheese and ice tea.
I am from the crystal blue lights coming down from my kitchen window.
I am from the rocks, the soil and the earth.
I am from the tried the best they could,
I am from my grandparents, and my uncle.
I am from the promises and the maybes,
From telling the truth and don’t lying.
I am from the nothing to believe in,
Unguided, and led astray.
I am from Haiti and Jamaica,
I am from curry and jerk chicken.
From the sarcastic undertones,
And the ive done this for you.
I am from Brooklyn from Parkslope to Flatbush,
From New York to New Jersey.
