Jasmine Hawkins

Rookie (1987 / Philadelphia, PA)

Where I Am From - Poem by Jasmine Hawkins

I am from diapers, bottles, baby food, and cribs;
Family get-togethers with BBQ ribs;
When it got down to dessert I had first dibs.
The food was finger lickin’ good no need for bibs.

I am from private school and Sunday school too.
Honor roll, bad grades I got few.
Always willing to learn something new,
You never found me with nothing to do.

I am from heating up the house with the oven whenever the heat broke,
And neighborhoods filled with nothing but black folk,
From having a little brother whom to annoy I would poke,
To gettin’ in fights because someone cant take a joke.

I am from hot combs, braids, and nothing but weave;
From experiencing hurt through the death of Uncle Steve,
To realizing that one day we will all leave,
And that the past is something we can never retrieve.

I am from a long line of nothing but athletes
From pullin all-nighters after late track meets
To comin home muddy in my field hockey cleats
This is the stuff that keeps me off the streets.

I am from “two wrongs don’t make a right”
From “turn the other cheek, but don’t lose a fight.”
From reading the Bible as a family at night,
To goin’ to God when in need of insight.

I am from…….

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

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