I am from the foggy and drizzly village of devotion,
among captivating Venus Flytraps.
I am from the little country called Trinidad
where my grandma cooks callaloo, rice, stew fish, and coo coo.
I am from an endless ocean of a spiritual promised land,
from my great grandmother Malafy’s uncontrollable constitution.
I am from the powerful and strong, the carnal and spiritual.
I am from my wisdom, knowledge, and understanding.
I learned that tomorrow is never promised, but the word of God can be.
I am from the Ark of the Covenant Spiritual Baptist Church
where the Christians are artificial. Many pretend to be something they are not.
I am from a place where the sun is blistering,
from a place where the rain will never stop.