Jada Davis Poet Warrior

Memory Card

As I skip down 259 Dyer Blvd.
My mind get bombard with this great thing I call the memory card

My neighbors Carlos and Lizzy were always cooking on the grill
Even in the winter, we saw black smoke coming over the hill
My folks would call them a retard
But they’ll always have a good spot in my
Memory card

Big ole’ grass hill in front of the house
And ooouuu, I’ll get a whooping if I played in my all white church blouse
My tall, black, muscular dad was my personal body guard
Sometimes I wish I could rewind to spots on my
Memory card

Kenyatta has 7 beautiful children
Compared to everyone else on the block it was a trillion
But when I was young, I felt as if one was hidden

I have a fully disabled sister that’s always in bed
She machine fed
Unsaid, and will probably never forget the taste of cornbread

But with all that being said
The bricks in my house are going to stay red
Imma still eat my spaghetti with garlic bread
And I’m going to continue to let people think I’m thick because of cornbread

Even though moving was hard
I will always love 259 Dyer Blvd.
The place that shaped my memory card