Where I Am From
I am from people who care
and my big sister's secrets and dares,
From women no men
I am from playing Super Mario to Resident Evil Zero
and going crazy with my two weirdos,
From red to black nail fads
and gold and silver do-dads
I am from stinky motels and crowded bars
and nice churches and rad cars,
From yelling and screaming
to slapping and hitting
I am from hot biscuits and gravy
and red apples and strawberries,
From grilled cheese, green-beans and mash-taters
and eggs, chocolate pies and maters
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