I am from broken bones, worn feet...
sweaty palms and new Nikes.
From a cul-de-sac, to call my own.
Aunts and uncles classified as neighbors
and from a home of love.
I am from generosity and compassion...
a family of equality and justice,
taught to have Christian morals no matter the consequence.
From a family of eight baby-faced people with deep-blue ocean eyes.
Relatives with birthdays from January through December
and from relatives giving breadcrumbs of their culture in family reunions.
I am from creating opportunities on the baseball diamond…
running and fielding ground balls,
my siblings creativeness showing off through bat-flipping and quick-hand drills.
From a seventh grade baseball championship winning team,
baseball championships won through quick-minded decisions of hearing the whistling of ball four
and from players who care about sportsmanship and respect of coaches through tight-gripped handshakes.
I am from broken windows, and broken bats…
smoking baseballs across the baseball diamond
one day having my shot cracked.
From broken bones and worn feet.
Sweaty palms and new Nikes.