Where I Am From
Where I am From
I am from the old fashion days
from the yes mams and no sirs, to
the slips with a dress or skirt
from dust particles in my nose
(from cleaning floor boards and ceiling fans)
I am from the endless bruises to
the lively parties,
...that mom threw when we had all As
the constant bicycle accidents or the sudden
trips down the stairs
I'm from my only love sprung from
my only hate, the endless Shakespearean faze
From the haters and the preps and
the don't get beat down to give them a
beat down.
From make my heart rejoice from
the one that is taunting me and trying
my best to apply verse 22 of Galatians
I am from Grandma Odessa's Sugar cookies to
Moms mouth watering chicken pot pie
From the burn mark on my tongue from a battery
to my dads tattoo that he did himself
Upon the shelf's of my closet lay
my dress box and senior album,
overflowing with old pictures from
house or school
Many names I remember
many faces I chose not to,
reliving some good days at school, and
reliving the times I wish I could have blown it up
I am from happy childhoods to learning from
my mistakes adulthood
from childhood memories lost to most gained
and many stored
The good, The bad, & The now content
This is where I am from
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