Where I’m From…
I saw a TT… asking to write a poem about where we are from without telling where.
Where I’m from,
escapism is real. Robitussin the elixir of choice. T’s and Blues sold at the corner of genius and good food.
Granny’s house, the safe house but not the house for little girls with laughter. STOP that snickering (children should be seen and not heard).
Where what you see here, what you say here, what you hear here, let it stay here when you leave here is still practiced today.