…i come from…

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I come from Elizabeth and Donald. I come from 1961; I come from not having a worry in the world; I come from fun memories. I come from…a community that is torn inside and out like smoking crack with an aluminum foil pipe, you never make it back to that first high. I come from pill popping, weed smoking, Colt 45 and the Miller High Life. I come from “no you can’t” and “no you will never be.” I come from Nigger, slave, coon and buffer. I come from a community where I am considered a political assassin because I don’t believe in the qualities of a liberal conversation about hope and change when ALL I see is blight and rage.  I come from marginalization and disregard; I come from the cannon of things to come. I come from death and the reinvention; I come from complicated apprehensions.

I come from contempt prior to investigation with an education. I come from Black Power, for just an hour because nobody wants to hear that anymore. I come from soul brother, cool cat, house Negro and Uncle Tom. I come from green; guns; airplanes and parachutes. I come from get down and give me 50; I come from red clay, white t-shirts, heavy black boots.  I come from the highest form of discipline: …i come from.