Where I’m from poem
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“Where I’m From”
Where I’m From: Two Styles, Two Tones, Two Mentors — you only need one!
(Approach #1 Willie Perdomo: darker, more conflicted celebration of place that shaped my young adulthood)
Because I never know where to tell people Im from,
they always want to know
I tell them Im from Stockton,
But in my heart I know Im from New Orleans.
Where Im from, Im not allowed to be from
I wasnt born or raised there,
A hurricane interrupted my chance to earn my birthright.
Where I come from they eat red beans and rice on Mondays
We watch parades from the neutral ground on Napoleon
And I make groceries at the A & P.
You would believe me if you knew, I bleed purple and gold! (Links to an external site.)
Where Im from is the corner of Fourth and Camp,
And where South Scott meets Canal.
I grew up in New Orleans.
I smelled humidity soaked flowers bloom
and drench the air with the sweet scent of magnolias and honeysuckle,
And I saw friends get lost in the democratic, always-open, well-accept-anyone-bars
On the cocaine laden dark side of Decatur.
Where Im from, you walk down the street, you look people in the eye and smile.
In the beginning, you smile in alliance, gratitude and acknowledgement
and say Morning to you elders
Then you learn to purse your lips, open your eyes wide with power
And offer up the head nod in feigned respect as you pass the company of men
Where Im from, you have to tell people you wont be a victim.
Where Im from we eat at Theos Pizza, Juans Flying Burrito and Dantes Kitchen.
Where Im from we eat whatever we want, drink more than we should
And then drive home through narrow, pothole spotted streets
Lined with oak trees, shotguns and run down camel back houses.
Where Im from porch sittin is an art and excess is never enough.
Where Im from there are natives, and then theres everyone else.
There are transients and gutter punks, west bankers and blind tourists.
Where Im from there are kings of krewes and widows of the projects.
Where Im from darkness lasts longer than decades
The battles of fine cultures, greedy nations and blended races emerge
In the jazz lit smoky nightclub, on the iron laced balconies
From the tears of those whose heart the city devours.
Where Im from wedance in the streets as the trumpet parades death (Links to an external site.)
Where Im from will quietly swallow your soul as the bartender pours your dividend.
And if, when, you turn your back on her
You depart broken, longing, nostalgic
Knowing that this place, this violent sinking city has the power to ruin,
but no where else on the planet will ever be home.
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