Where I'm From
by TC Magee
I’m from the photos
kept in that old trunk
I’m from the waves that smack against the sand
at the beach
I’m from the big house
with the maroon shutters
I’m from that old church
with the stain glass windows
that have the names of my ancestors
And I’m from the songs that I sing on Sundays
From the sweet strawberries
that I picked with my great-grandma
I’m from second chances
and “I love you”
I’m from open land,
From the fresh air
From the land that has been my shelter for many years
I’m from the pool,
that has been my shelter
I’m from sweet music,
from that black saxophone
and the notes that have kept my secrets
I’m from B, A, G,
the first notes I learned to play.
I’m from the best family
that will always support me
and I’m from all of the people
that have helped me along the way
kept in that old trunk
I’m from the waves that smack against the sand
at the beach
I’m from the big house
with the maroon shutters
I’m from that old church
with the stain glass windows
that have the names of my ancestors
And I’m from the songs that I sing on Sundays
From the sweet strawberries
that I picked with my great-grandma
I’m from second chances
and “I love you”
I’m from open land,
From the fresh air
From the land that has been my shelter for many years
I’m from the pool,
that has been my shelter
I’m from sweet music,
from that black saxophone
and the notes that have kept my secrets
I’m from B, A, G,
the first notes I learned to play.
I’m from the best family
that will always support me
and I’m from all of the people
that have helped me along the way