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