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From Citizens Bank Park and the Spectrum.

I am from the stoop sitting neighborhood.

I am from the parks,

The football

whose grass stained tackles I could taste.

I am from my friends,

From the trust worthy I got your back people.

Im from the no strings attached,

from the serious.

I am from the un-diverse neighborhood,

The cold winters, hot summers,

friends right around he corner neighborhood,

I am from the inspired,

the hardworking,

the gifted.

the wave less curves and
movement on the paper from the pencil
the smooth combination of words
moving to their own beat
the poetic lyrics
moving through the endless
and limitless mind
I’m from the
"Be as free as a stallion
running through the fields"
Type of poetry thang

I’m from
the consequences
of being sulked and submerged
in the devil’s taste
seeing the movement of objects
that aren’t really there
From the let’s go have fun

From girls night out

Or guys free night
Type of one night stand thang

I’m from
some ignorant
and multied emotional eyes
From the side snickers and comments
that always revolve in a circular motion around
but never towards me
From the rolling of eyes
but inspired action
the "She'll never be good enough,
she's nothing."
Type of girl jealousy thang

I’m from
some moving as freely
as a ballet dancer
the not holding back,
breaking out
the crazy and fun rapid movement
of the frame and physic
the "Go on girl, do your thang"
Type of dancer thang

I’m from
I’ve been to more funerals than close friends
lonely nights laying
looking at the ceiling
wondering why not me?
From the that’s a cat scratch and I fell down
the steps marks
the long nights yelling and debating with
my authorities that have yet to realize
my full potential
From lost childhood and lost innocence
A gift that was taken by force and can never be given
Type of abusive thang

I’m from
some repeated beats
with the words changing
until it gets to the chorus
the precussion mixing slowly
with the classical music
the voice and tone escaping my mouth
to create a sympathy
that moves the crowd
the multi racial and artists
creating the change of people
to create a better world and society
Type of singer thang

I’m from
some dark, colored,
and faded skinny jeans
the Converse and All Stars'
swiftly moving across the solid
and unbreakable pavement
the plain but colored
sequenced t-shirts
the "I"m kinda a tomboy
and it's comfortable"
Type of skater girl thang
I’m from
just being beautiful me

​​​We made some changes to the blog create page over the summer. There is a new "Visibility" toggle that you can click to make the blog public or private. It looks like this.

If you select private than only those with user accounts on the site can see the blogpost. However if you hit public everyone who visits can see it. It defaults to public so make sure you don't forget to set private if you want it to private.

Ok so we aren't going to lie and say that tagging was never broken. We saw the complaints and have fixed all of the bugs. if you separate tags by commas now they all will become their own individual tag. Also if you forgot to hit enter now, its cool. Tagging will take whatever is in the field too and make it a tag.


The last feature to announce will be the new google integration on the site. Look forward to the announcement in the next few days.

I am from everywhere all at the same time.

From transcontinental culture,

and hometown warmth

I am from my family at its prime.

I am from France

From oven baked baguette

that sounds a symphony of crinkled bliss

when you break it

From the rustic cobblestones of Paris

they outline the decrepitly beautiful city in a sea of gray brick.

I am from La Chapelle, a village one usually finds only by chance.

I am from the influence of Morocco

From vegetable dyed maroon rugs

Made with love and not malice

From Belly dancing and Arabic music

that contorts and shakes

I am from the love j'ai por tata zboo.

I am from Philadelphia

From City of Brotherly Love

of water ice and cheesesteaks

I don't really like them…

but it doesn't mean I don't cherish them

From Fairmont where I grew up

but wasn't born.

From playing on slate side walk

hands gritty with chalk

skipping hopscotch

I am from the childhood

that I only wish I could have cling to when it was possible

I am from the demons

that I survived

and conquered

I am from me

Pure, simple,

and real

I am from me.

I am from struggle

Determination to do better than my family members

I can’t count on others but on my self

From tears and laughs

Smiles that are fake as plastic

I’m a goof ball

And serves a fantastic ball as well

And dribbles at my own risk

I am from music that soothes the soul

Where talking to others is hard

Who mom expects everything from you

Who little brother is just annoying

And my little sister who I call “Girl”

Working and Learning a priority

Christians who believe in God

Where pizza and hot dogs are a main food

Guess its just our favorite

I am from almost drowning in a pool

From always being the short chubby girl

Now I am the one they want

I am from a dangerous place

But the people only see that

Not the good in the area

I am from doing what I love most

Living and caring for those who care for me

I’m from things that turn into disasters

Hard to over come things

But do live through the hard times

I am from “ what if my father would love me “

Never had one to do so

Whom mom struggles but it strong

I’m from a life where wrong is right and right is wrong

Either way, I am from me and I plan to stay that way

I'm from the warm spring breezes and the biting autumn gusts through it

I'm from the sag of my couches, the foreigners of my speakers, and the songs of my radiators

I'm from Christine and Edward, and Louis, Elizabeth, and Gabriel, and even Cody and Zane

I'm from Sunday dinners

I'm from the promises not to tell mom

I'm from the ink soaked seats and the filth laden floors of a school bus

I'm from tying my hair back and licking mom's spoon

I'm from swimming in the knitted blankets of my father's back seat

I'm from the scraped knees, bruised elbows, and bumped heads that I donned

I'm from the gentle and all powerful hands of God

I'm from the denial and resistance of these things as well as the eventual acceptance of them