I am from cereal, little cousins and family road trips.

I am from the smell of Grandma’s homed cooked meals.

I am from the Oak trees and spider plants in Grandmas house.

I am from Grandmas cooking at every family event and tall and skinny family members, from Jimmy, Takisha and Talisha.

I am from loud talks and long laughs.

From “I love yous” and “no you can’t go with the big kids”

I am from a christian family.

I’m from Oakland and started in Arkansas, cornbread and mac and cheese.

From the murder of my favorite cousin Mikey, the pain we went through that brought us closer.

I’m from the basement filled with family pictures and memories.