Today, I was browsing Reedsy, a popular writing prompt site, and found their 313th ever prompt was called “Where I Come From”. Being from Detroit, MI, I just had to enter. Immediately, a poem (or song?) zapped itself into my brain. I tried to enter it, but they only wanted stories between one thousand and three thousand words. Unfortunately, my little ditty hardly surpassed a hundred. Nevertheless, I found this too nice to waste, so I decided to share it elsewhere. Without the 313th prompt attached to it, it doesn’t have as much connecting significance, but that’s what this blurb is for. So, without further ado, I present to you: Where I Come From…
You can point to the base of your thumb and figure out
where I come from…
You can say Three-One-Three and folks know just where you’re talking about
where I come from…
Call it The D, call it Motor City, call it Motown or Hitsville, USA
where I come from…
If you’re born on March 13th like me, you have to share with the holiday that celebrates
where I come from…
We’re our own little melting pot, we got black, white, red, yellow, and brown
where I come from…
And if you don’t know yet, you soon will see. Just take a look around the town
where I come from.
