Submitted by a current SCC student who wishes to remain anonymous.
“I am from the little pink house on Coburn Lane, from Peter Pan
peanut butter and grape jelly mixed together in a cup and
slapped on a piece of Wonder bread.
I am from a house so clean that supper could be served on the floor.
I am ivies, peace lilies, and aloe vera plants.
I am from Brashers and Grangers, Olivia and Viola- a lineage of
proud folks where the women have full lips, wide hips, and
don’t take no shit!!
From, I brought you in this world, and if you get too big for your
britches, I will take you out of it, sweet potato pies and gumbo.
I am from the Lousiana swamps, the backwaters, home of the
coon asses, From the family who ruled with a firm hand
integrity and love, the hard-working cotton pickers, nannies,
who showed me liberation through education.
I am from a foreign far away land, though my body is here, my soul lingers there.”