I am from high-tops,
From Nike and Adidas,
I am from the colossal Oak
trees looming over the back porch
(Ancient, and elegant, it’s a
canopy rises perpetually into the heavens)
I am from the Chesapeake Bay,
The immense bushes that stood
boldly in front of my house
Over your complex network of
tunes I reigned,
I am from family chants
And perplexing divorces,
From Elizabeth and Suarez
From the McCabe Family Tree,
From the McCabe Family Tree,
I am from the hard workers
And the exceedingly
competitive,
From Way to go! And Let it
go!
I am from Lord you are my Shepard
And the other countless
prayers I have repeated at hundreds of early morning services,
I am from Dolores Sugar Mill
on the ever-sunny island of Cuba,
Lechon and black beans,
From the leg my Great Great
Great Grandfather David Auch lost defending his nation
On the front lines of
Antietam,
The time my grandmother spent
in jail at the young age of 17
Consequences of her father's
democratic beliefs,
The 500 Page long family
genealogy book,
Created by my Grandfather
So the brave deeds of my bold
ancestors,
Will be remembered eternally for ages
to the come,
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