I am: lowcountry, port city, geechee city, the holy city, chucktown, better yet the crick side, old dirt roads, salt marsh, sea islands, fresh cut fields and that Church Creek low tide stench, only a four way stop sign, that good country silence, chirping crickets, and roaring tree frogs, and that open sky so you see the stars at night

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I am: gareeeeaaaa looka dey, come ya boy, boy look ya, wassup up bubba, wvey you at, I ga box um right in e mout, if ya baby mamma real she’ll tell you that she love me,  I can show you better than I can tell you, yes mam, no mam, yes sir, no sir, say something when you walk in here,watch the company you keep, you know right from wrong, God is good-All the time; All the Time-God is Good

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I am: seafood is food, shrimp, crab, fresh fush and that’s fresh hot fush, big ol’ pot of frog mo' stew, fried chicken, porkchop, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, sweet potato pie, white rice, yellow  rice, brown rice, red rice, sausage rice, fried rice, hell it ain’t a meal without rice, can’t forget the morning with Lula Mae cast iron pancakes, french toast (*fresh bread from the old man), bacon and eggs, shrimp and grits.

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I am: the old school funks, I wanna go back to the sugar shack, I had my best times at the hole in the wall, two steppin’ is not a dance its a lifestyle, Hit that Hollywood stomp one time for 'em, ShabbaDoo, Frank asked anybody want to party with me tonight?, Reggie P said why me?, That sweet soul music, true love, Do you even know Otis? Redding, Luther and Gaye, even Betty. I can change it up, Frank Sinatra, Chuck Brown, and the Wailers. Who you wit’? Kirk Franklin, Hezkiah Walker and John P Kee, Take me down to Websta' Church though, wood floors hand clapping and foot stomping ,cow bell and occasionally no organ. 

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I am: them fast talking Geechee Gullah *chillen, farmers and fishermen, field hands, crabman legacy, the island, the Sea Islands that is. 

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I am: Ain’t no such thing as Johns and Wadmalaw Island math, which one are you slow, dumb or stupid?, Shout out to the Mighty Islanders, from the highest of seven hills, from the No. 1 producer of African Americans with baccalaureate degrees, the magnificent, fabulous, incomparable M100, I REPRESENT FLORIDA AGRICULTURAL AND MECHANICAL UNIVERSITY OCTOBER 3RD 1887, WHAAATTT!!!  

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If you know nothing about me at all, at least you know where I am from.