I am from  sharp and pointy running shoes

From metal and multi-colored tracks

I am from six lanes made into circles

 Where it smells like nature and smelly socks

I am from the tree that glances upon the track, day in and day out

Whose long limbs I remember 

As if fate would be the same for tomorrow.

I am from fragile and delicate

From Romel and Junith

From gospel at ten meaning get out of bed

From having our sunday resets 

With a feast that forever makes sense

I am from “you’re just a girl, stay in your lane”  

From “Sports are for boys, the kitchen is your place” 

I am from being taught to take care of a man

I am from a tiny little island, specifically Port-au-Prince

From Where fried plantain and vegetable stew that bring about peace for just a few

From my mothers four girls 

And different perspective of the world 

The family portrait we never took 

But  eventually make room for