I am an American. I started my life in Central Philadelphia, PA. My mother was a single mom working full-time. We had a black nanny named Miss Elizabeth. My thoughts of her holding me tight when I was scared, dancing me and scar on the center of my forehead she accidentally gave me. Marked for life as she danced with a sharp object and a four year old girl who started her.
My two best friends were Buster & Rabbit. Two black boys. We were all Americans living our lifestyles. Learning how to be kind, sharing our tricycles, Sharing a soda and turning on the fire hydrant on a hot summer day. Our, “American Style” in a poor neighborhood holding some of my happiest memories.
My mother was kind to everyone. She would sit on the stairs of our row house chatting with whoever’s passed by. The old neighbor lady had all the kids for banana pancakes. There we sat gathered in her dining room with all the glass figurines. This was our, “American Style”.
I am proud to be an American. This piece I painted in honor of my “American Style” and heritage.
God bless America