Where I Am From
My Home where I was bornWas a small eastern
North Carolina town
Once full of rural farms
Fifty percent military
Fifty percent civilian
10 percent professional/wealthy
20 percent mill workers
10 percent poor as dirt
60 percent conservative
A black segregated mystery to me
A nest of dysfunctional community
Not a place of critical thought
A place that was poorly taught
I was fortunate to be structured
With Air Force children’s space
That bring a culture
Foreign to this time this place
Friday night basketball
In the high school gym
Oh by the way not legal
Entering through an exhaust fan
I was a boy-scout
Living outside adventures
Distracted from reality
Until I met blue collar reality
A summer revelation
That rapidly scuttled
The protected bubble
Where I was encased
During my college education
I absorbed contradictions
Gracing my home on weekends
Realizing no home connection
When my education journey
Was completed
I packed for an opportunity
I left with no regrets
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2025-04-04 at 06:53
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