I am from kindness and comfort
from think twice before speaking
and actions are louder than words
I am from rainy sporting events
and dinner on the table by game’s end.
A warm meal of love meant to
replace the support that fear wouldn’t allow
I am from privilege
born of fear of lines forbeans,
a secret held from tall buildings
lying between the stalks of corn,
known only by those in need and in support
of a new generation looking to grow.
I am from the sounds of John Deere tractors
humming their way down the mighty Mississippi.
I am from Theo’s Coffee Shop. Duct tape stains my tattered cargo pants
holding together generations of emotional teens, caffeinating their path to somewhere else
while missing where they are.
