A rambling autobiography

I was born in Voorhees, New Jersey at the turn of the millennium

I was more spoiled than I should admit

I taunted by brother

Destroyed his things

But I loved him more than life

My room was painted like a garden

That never stopped me from adding my own flowers

In crayon -

on the wall -

that my mother worked so hard to paint

I loved seeing my dad when he was around

Work

Work

Working

Always gone

I grew up in a dozen and a half homes

Watching my mother get sicker

Until she could no longer walk by herself -

I played in the sunlight

Distracted,

Until my pale skin burned red

I still torment my brother -

When I see him.

I am still learning about the world and its fleeting wonders

I worry about my mother

I create art like a child

Who colors flowers on her bedroom wall