Where I'm From

                I am from motor grease scented hands,
                From graffiti alley mazes
                I'm from cracked sidewalks that glitter with glass

                I am from Rock n Rye Faygo stained smiles,
                From the vibrations of hard hitting bass
                From dead ends and charred homes
                I'm from the bottom bunk shared with Pocahontas

                I am from "Nanoo Nanoo Time", "You just got Deboed" and
                "143"
                I'm from the coolness of fire hydrant rain

                I am from five living generations
                From the embraces of ink covered arms
                From Coney Island chilli cheese fries
                From the very top floor in apartment 13

                I am from the softness of an animal companions fur
                From collect calls from Jackson Correctional Facility
                From scar painted limbs marked as souvenirs