I am from..
I am from the midnight sunset
dreamt on by angels
From a cut in half oak tree
residing on a corner
I am from the machine made earthquake
that rocks the beds
and frightens the children
inside their heads
I am from a dance in the rain
in the middle of the road
to a walk in the park
when the sun is shown.
I am from the rush
of a thousand eyes
with no hesitation
From an argument
that has already been won
but not ended
I am from a strong point of view
that holds a voice
with a need to be noticed
and not thrown aside by choice.
I am from gut retching humor
heard by many
laughed at by a ton
understood by none
I am from giggles
sparked by pranks
and bodily gas
I am from Saturday Night Live,
and Psych
I am from, want to hear a joke?
it is kind of a funny story
and April Fools!
I am from the art of expression
through hand written
and typed word
I am from long letters
both heartfelt and meaningful
sometimes surprising
the ones that seem to be absurd
I am from tears on my key board
typing what was impossible to say
as a God wasn’t there to hear me pray
I am from lyrics
that not only changed
but saved
I am from turning off the lights
turning up the volume
and disappearing
I am from feeling understood
without being known
and being accepted
without being told.
I am from insecurities
that just won’t go away
From keeping a straight face
so no one can see the pain
I am from big arms
and a fat face
while looking at girls that don’t show a trace
I am from looking at mirrors
and beginning to cry
because I can’t stop the hate
that goes through my mind
I am from a childhood filled with harm
with words and actions
that will never leave my brain’s arms
I am from that mom everybody thought was great
because they didn’t see her yell without restraint
I am from confusion of love and hate
because nobody was there to tell me how to differentiate
I am from the non-existent blood on my hands
as she always told me it was my fault
she was in reprimands
I am from the pain I feel everyday
because when the monster left
it took my mom away
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