I come from large families








being curled up
Multiple cousins











in my bed
Uncles














Letting me drift off
Aunts

From house on Woodward








Into
To big house in Troy










long
A father with a small family







slumber
A mother with a slightly bigger one







I come from screaming









I come from a mother
Crying














who raises four kids
Laughter













Her love for us

















Beyond compare
Mom
Dad















I come from music
Arguing at nights










helping me go on in life
Throwing things











the loud
Yelling













voice of Whitney

From long family weeks








to the soothing
To daily visits on the weekend






sound
From happy smiles









of Michael
To blood shot
Teary














I come from a world
Eyes














that doesn’t
















Understand me
I come from fried chicken
Sweet corn












From a place that will
From sweet aroma









take
of cornbread











an innocent
















girl
Sweet taste
Apple pie












And build her
Laugher












to a
Of children











independent
Argument












woman
On sports

I come from
Beautiful
Fall mornings

The changing of leaves
Cool
Fall breezes