BACK HOME Short Film (Spoken Word by Vo Williams)

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BACK HOME Short Film (Spoken Word poem from ‘STILL HERE’ EP) By Vo Williams

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Lyrics

This city was my first teacher,
cruel and kind in the same breath,
showing me how hunger sharpens,
And how pressure makes diamonds.

It’s soils gave birth to the trees that nourished us with oranges
That hung our ancestors
And armed Grandma with enough switches to make me fear God

Here, between these flat roads and worn-down blocks,
I learned that survival is an art form—
It taught me how to move through spaces
that weren't built for your dreaming.

It carved me careful,
this place that knew scarcity
like scripture, knew how to stretch
hope until it nearly snapped.

It’s flavorless taste made the seasoned salt
Explode on your tastebuds like fire works
It’s whiteness made me appreciate color
in that tension, I found my voice,
found the rhythm in resilience,
I found the highway into the depths of my DNA
turning wounds into wisdom,
making music from the breaking.
And the same place that gave me the stigma
Gave me the stage

Every small victory here
felt like revolution:
the first brick of money folded thick in my palm,
the taste of independence
Numbing the tip of my tongue.

if you can make it here,
you can make it anywhere,
and be sure to carry us with you when you do.

So even from a world away,
something in my chest tightens—
not for what this place took,
but for what it gave
the unshakeable knowledge
that I am forged from something
stronger than comfort,
deeper than ease.

I am my ancestors' wildest dreams
walking on legs this little city taught me
how to stand on.

And the streets say
“He don’t never come back home”
But you know when I heard that?
When I was back home

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