I’ve had this poem buzzing in my head the past few weeks. I wrote it in Spring 2012 for a TESOL course I was taking.
The prompt was to write about where you come from.
This is where I’m from.
I come from dirt roads, dusty and soiled
Lined with raspberry groves, down the gully and snaking up the hills to the sky.
Skinned knees as tender as a first kiss
Lightly tracing the lines on a welcoming face.
Tickling blonde tendrils flowing with the dusty road’s wind carrying those summer sweet smells of sun tea and laughing family.
Dancing on back decks singing of sweetness, a euphoric hymn
Reaching every gods’ ears
Cascading and rolling in scratchy grass clippings
I come from the foothills of greatness
Only steps from tickling the stars and whispering sweet nothings into their twinkling ears.
Losing faith in what’s humanly possible and grabbing onto the rope of what’s possible with the help of star dust.
I have been dusted with stars, curry and bug repellent.
I have consumed stars,
Mutton momos so hot your eyes will drink up the snow packed Himalayas
Thenkthuk so filling the broth would do you in, put you to bed into a frantic dream over the mountains where we can only imagine.
Sandaled feet stepping on stars, freezing to the touch.
Freezing quicker than spit on a negative degree day.
Oh my land I come from
A free spring in a land so bruttle it suffocates the sun that thaws my frozen body.
The cloud of power squelching the light the mountains seek to consume
I come from a stolen childhood, gone too soon.
Snatched away like I was that day.
Dusty roads now soiled and raspberries forgotten.
With a crash and hands so harsh they crawled over my skin like poison ivy.
Leaving lines of hives that reached so deep my blood burned in my veins.
A river of fire being burned alive.
I am underestimated, though I have consumed stars.
Cultures more colourful than any garden and people more beautiful than the sun.
Let me overcome your doubts and abuses.
I’ll climb those mountains and lucky for me I was born to run.
Mountains are the play grounds of the gods.
So doubt me I dare you for I am heaven sent.
I have whispered to stars and drank sun tea on back decks.
Let me purge you of your doubts and reconcile your sinner’s heart.
Doubt is the symptom of fear and fear is a poison more vile than a snake bite.
Drink of the stars and lay in the garden around you.
Allow the sun to soak your skin.
I am from powerful women and men.
I am from unadulterated passion for education, whether traditional or playing on mountain tops.
I am from dusty dirt roads, dancing on back decks and being underestimated.
I am me and I believe in myself.