I am from ...

I am from the walk and I am from the wait.
I am from the coal of the sharecropper
I am from the wait and I am from the walk
the walk and the wait are together as one


I am from the cracks of the mason block
I am from the still standing four rooms
four rooms that birth more than fifthteen


I am from Knot and I am from D
yes, just D


I am from Lula and I am from Lillian
I am from Eula and I am from D Jr.


I am from the fair ... yet I am from the ground
I am from an old Hymn with no words
I am from the word and I am from a song


I am from Europe and I am from the far reaches
of african continent unseen ... never touched


I am from chittlins and hot sauce
I am from a good pickled fish sandwich
the white bread colored with mustard ... am I


I am from TOM and Jessie
a  love of generational pain ...


I am from boxes of unpacked truth
I am from the bottom of  brown crinckled sacks


I am from sweet potatoes and yams
I am from sweet milk colored with coffee


I am from the walk and I am from the wait.
I am from the here and I am from the there


I am from the sit and I am from the stand
I am from the with HIM I am.