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Where I'm From


I am from honeysuckle air,

And sun kissed skin. 

I am from a fat green chair,

And mischievous grins.

 

I am from singing creeks, 

And dancing fields. 

I am from a hollow tree, 

And a love that doesn't yield. 

 

I am from a protector, 

A brother.  

I am from the guidance, 

Of sisters. 

 

I am from loving hands,

And merciful lies.  

I am from army chants, 

And soft goodbyes.  

 

I am from aching hearts, 

And pitiful tears.  

I am from brief calls,  

And lost years. 

 

I am from coming homes,  

And happy days.   

I am from buried bones,

And sorrowful praise.  

 

I am from late night whispers,  

And screaming fights.  

I am from desperate "I love yous" 

And cries of "Daddy, please don't leave tonight." 

 

I am from broken promises, 

And painful nights. 

I am from crushing loses,  

And custody fights. 

 

I am from impossible choices, 

And broken dreams. 

I am from vengeful voices, 

And unjust means.

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