I am from bamboo chairs,
from castor oil and spice bun
I am from the orange concrete house with gated windows
I am from Guinep,
the sugar cane,
I am from Sorrel on Christmas,
I am from gapped teeth,
from Cherri,
and Blossom and Bucky,
I am from muli-passionates
and dreamers.
From “not every smile that smiles with you is a friend”
and “always stay gracious best revenge is your paper”
I am from Seventh-Day Adventists,
I am from the parish of Saint Andrews in Jamaica,
ackee and boiled dumplings.
From the island to the land of opportunity,
the hard workers and the overachievers.
I am from the three-shelved glass TV stand that sits in the living room
