I don’t come from money.

I come from love.

I come from that little bit you got is more than enough.

I come from “it what it is.” Ain’t no need to rush.

I got the key for every door bitter people shut.

I come from doo wop and cherry pie.

I come from being “Silence”/ from being very shy.

I come from where we die. So I live in their honor.

For every tear their disappearance has brought us.

I come from the prayers of fathers

In heaven and on earth.

From Gutters From Dirt

From Mothers that work

From Mothers that hurt

From Mothers I’ve hurt.

I come from put that pride aside. What is it worth?

I come from what we desert

In hopes of amassing

Things that will rot,

But help us gain status.

From the space where

Everyone’s thought to think backwards,

But in every room we enter it’s a pleasure to have us.

From joy from sun rise to sunset.

Where the party laughs at, “Yall still ain’t done yet?”

Where I’m from has opened doors

They thought they controlled.

It’s in me not on me.

In my heart and my soul.

In remembrance of Grandma Jan and Granddad Scotty. 🫶🏾