À propos de l'auteur (about the author)

I am from marble notebooks

From basketballs and Nike's elite socks

I am from busted down gates 

Old, messy, never saving face

It felt original yet out of place

I am from the Moon

The hidden sheltered lagoon

I'm from the vacations to Greece and rooting for the Heat

From Joseph and Monique

I'm from the late night barbecues at the peak

and long car rides with no seat

from eat your vegetables

and chew before you speak

I'm from church every Sunday

an entire family together, an enclave

I'm from the Booklyn's creep

Old dirty flags and stories hard to keep

From the five dogs Ingrid saved

The Mohawk Joey shaved

Old baby pictures spread around the living room

I am from the concrete jungle

And don't plan on leaving anytime soon