I am from computer parts,
From C++ an er d 1’s and 0’s.
I am from the showon the right hand side.
(Walk in,
Bleached white,
and had the worst water pressure imaginable)
I am from the strawberry patch
The old eucalyptus tree
Whose leaves and bark
was the soul foundation of my child hood.
I am from Golabki and pale complexation,
From Josepha and Anastasia.
I’m from the gigglers
and the snorters.
I am from the get out of my life! And why don’t you let me in?
I am from the three dresses as different as day is from night,
And Zacchaeus the wee little man who climbed a tree and earned me an excellent ribbon.
I am from General Greene and Louis Flatman branch,
western mac’ and chocolate milk.
I am from my Brother being taken away
and never given back,
My mother putting up a fight
Against the cancer that wants to take her life.
On my bookshelf in an old shoe box
Over filling with the memories
from every place I once called home.
I am from a secret I hardly ever told
That ripped a part a family,
Whose love was never to strong.
I am from nothing,
I am a person whose past doesn’t define,
And future is unwritten.
