Where I'm From

I’m from the fresh citrus smell

The strange orange ball the people are proud to harvest

I’m from the ear shot of one of the Buccaneers few wins

To the faltering football town.

I’m from the familiar moving truck

To the promises of new starts

I’m from the last promise to settle down

To the finally staying.

I’m from going up to love the scarlet and gray

Huddling up to my dad as we watch coach Tressel leading us to another win

No matter getting the win or loss to always love my bucks.

I’m from meeting strange people

To loving  them like my brothers

Through thick and then no matter what always having their back.

I’m from first leaving my homeland

Seeing the world for the first time on my own

A place where one man battled the slavery

Without bloodshed.

From being skeptical of where I’m going

To seeing them in their own light.

I’m from growing up too fast

To being saved by my friends.

From going through the motions of life

To actually living it.

I’m from being scared to move on to what’s next

To not going so far.

I’m from annual summer traditions

To having lifetime memories.

Where I’m from isn’t important

What learned from there is.