Where I'm From

I am from scattered notes put together in one measure From books on stacks that are neverending, to nail polish for me and baby toys for the little members of the family The music discs reflect my emotions, The books quench fantasies Nail polish for simple beauty And toys for innocent fun I am from broken doors that pead to the outside,  Doors that let me out but fail to keep me safe from someone with no key The doors to opportunity with no limits But no consideration for the safety of the people on the inside I am from the pale pavement beneath my feet.  What we know as the ground or street. The grass cut short with patches of bald just beyond The welcome for my homecoming Just like the pale pavement and broken doors There is no peace of mind I am from cherry blossom trees above the grass Full of beauty that goes on forever A sight to see and happy about it I am from bowtie cinemas a few blocks down Holding big screens, snacks, and comfy seats for a quick escape A couple dollars is the cost. I am from a strangers cadillac, always out frot Red and white, in perfect condition, happy thoughts come to mind Through all these things, i see, there is beauty in the world. I am from a supportive mother, who sculpts my achievements A bit loud at times but who isnt From a dead beat dad who gets me once in a while Barely seen with few rewards, he barely knows where im from Yet him, oblivious to this fact, he has made me strong Grandparents with lots of love yet no real relation Julie and horacio, they are people ill be missing A sister who still cant tell right from wrong Lots of mistakes, she has also made me strong Through love and pain i learn everyday My family, big, we have our own problems But we can always joke around no matter what With joked sayings of "youre a dingbat" and repeated "i love yous" in any situations Get togethers are the best, no issues, and lots of great food Rice with gandules, turkey, pernir Potato salad and dessert, from mud pies to cheesecake And theres always some to spare Memories i will always cherish Speaking of memories, how can they stay? Sure, material things are one way I have plenty, in drawings, and boxes, and bins But the most felt are in my mind The most important and sincere in my heart It is said that the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings But with sorrow always stems love, or ia it vice versa When you count that, i guess my memories are worth a fortune It's also said that wealth is not about having money, but rather about having options If thats true then im filthy rich with more to come I dont know what comes with tomorrow or anytime after, but i will always remember where i am from.