This is a very special poem. I created this poem as tribute to James Baldwin, an influential African-American Poet. Included I will attach my visuals for the poem! I hope you enjoy!

WHEREICOMEFROM

Our crown has already been bought and paid for. All we have to do is wear it.

-James Baldwin

Where I’m from crowns hang from trees

Who wants to be royalty if it means we gotta bleed

Dealing with wars internal and externally

But hey, At least I can wear it in my dreams.

Where I come from crowns hang from trees

Atop the bodies of sacred kings and queens

There’s nothing holy about dying in the streets

But we still live our ancestors' wildest dreams.

Where I come from I’m not afraid to die

So I pick up there treasure and hold it high

My golden crown sits above my third eye

My copper skin glows under the sky

Where I come from love is all we need

For ourselves for our brothers never greed

In fact if we could only think to heed

The words of our elders who gave air just for us to breathe. 

Where I come from they’ve already died,

They fought hard and so that spirit still resides

Within this crown that Has fallen from the sky

Where I’m from this crown is more than pride

Where I come from, I’m wearing it

And if I see my fam down then you oughta know I’m sharing it

It’s more than blood that stain on the leaves

Behind the grief is a king with a dream.

Where I come from