Where I'm From
I am from red and black,
from vanilla and lemon rind.
I am from tears shed and friends lost
Vengeance exacted and sins lifted
I am from searching and finding,
from unity and severance.
I am from the moist dirt,
trapped beneath my fingernails
as I try to dig my way out.
I am from flavored oatmeal,
and hot cream-of-wheat,
burns my mouth every time.
I am from a mother's kiss,
a father's kick,
a dear friend's blood,
from running, running nowhere.
I am from a seraphim's wild wrath,
I am from the demon's cold fingers.
I am from acumen and ignorance,
from selflessness and sacrifice.
I am from family and friends,
siblings cool the raging wave,
that threatens to wash away all I have.
I am from cool dark waters,
frightened by the gentle
sway of seaweed on my foot.
I am from fearing nothing but fear itself.
I am from a tiny ketchup seed,
Much better than a mustard seed.
I am from both dreams and shattered hope,
From endurance and perseverance.
I am from success,
I will succeed.
Ace J. Jones