Where I am From
I am from Cameroon, from African food and clothing,
I am from the sunny Sunday mornings church services;
I am from music and sorrows.
And the lessons that I learn from music is that,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
I am from my parents and friends;
From my mom’s chicken-fried steak.
I’m from purity and ignorance;
From the ignorant are ignorant of their ignorance.
I’m from hide n’ seek;
A game that will stay in my heart for the rest of my life.
I’m from the old dresser in my room,
From the sunset coming out of my window each night.
On the low shelf in my grandma’s living room is a photo album;
Within those pages contain my history, my journey, and my life.
I am from those moments;
Happy as a bird and proud to be who I am.