April 5: I'm From A Place

I'm from a part of the south that swings
Where rain is a special thing
Where the sun shines endlessly
And the landscape is colored in orange and green

Three-quarter of the state is surrounded by water, but still gets sun showers
I use to cry at its beauty

I'm from a city that's submerging
Soon to be one with the Atlantic
Call it Atlantis
Bless it be It's blue waters and sandy beach

I'm from a place where humidity is like a friend that you really don't care for, BUT is there for you
Making hair kinky and people sticky
I've learn to like her, she's a reminder that we're surrounded by molecules of water just floating in the air

Hot rain from hurricanes
Soothes me
Wind slapping palm trees
Praying the water rising doesn't make it in door
Waiting for the eye of the storm to run to the store

I'm from a place where they slap box in the backyard
Where you can always here someone say "Jit why you did dat fo'?'"

Where people talk slow
Where people dance fast
Where people jook, stick and ride
Where people speak, uplift and vibe

Don't get caught up in the finesse of the light and the water
There's strange fruit hanging from our trees
The south is the still south as long as Jim Crow breathes
12 still make gangstas grit their teeth

I'm from a place of rice and beans
Cuban coffee and Pikliz
From Overtown and Eatonville type of history
T-Pain to Trina type creativity

FLORIDA