I didn't know who I was, but you were shaping who I'd be.
I learned so much about life and love at 2519 Taylor Street.
I witnessed a house become a home
and a family without money have it all.
I was taught about God.
I learned how to cook and clean.
I was told the phrases that so often return to memory:
'Culture varies from house to house.'
'When you leave, you represent your family.'
'There is a right way to do everything.'
'Put on lotion then socks before you put on your pants.
You spent time ironing. Why wrinkle them again?'
It's where we had discussions at the dinner table,
and lack wasn't felt; we were just that grateful.
And, on my 16th birthday, I literally danced in the rain
then entered the through the garage so I could change.
At 2519 Taylor Street,
I fought with my brothers.
I found my voice.
I had a tyrant for a mother.
I learned Psalm 91.
I lobbied against a bedtime of ten.
I turned the ringer off so calls could keep coming in.
I know who I am; those experiences shaped who I will be.
Looking back, knowing what I know, I wouldn't change a thing.
I know what I am capable of and Who I possess.
I'm firm in my vision even when I can't see the next step.
I didn't know who I was, but you shaped who I'd be.
2519 Taylor Street remains the house of my dreams.