Category : Poems

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I am from the cornfields,  
back roads, 
and Friday night lights. 

I am from the Sunday morning surprises
and storytelling evenings. 

I am from the Stinky-Dinky-Doo good mornings,
seafood evenings, 
and the night sky full of moving stars. 

I am from the “I already ate” ,
and “I’m fine” tragic lies. 

I am from the broken smiles, 
and the forced laughs. 

I am from the still of the silence, 
and the dead river trees. 

I am from the flash filled,
sticky tape nights. 

I am from the force of fear, 
the silent question of did I give you permission?, 
and why me? 

I am from the pencil sharpeners, 
and cats. 


I am from the words NO, 
STOP, 
and BABY. 

I am from the lingering questions of, 
was it my fault? 
and why does everyone believe the ghost? 


I am from the nail polish that lasts and hour, 
the messy hands, 
and blue bead filled drawers. 

I am from the 4 eyed, 
black ink written words. 

I am from the alarm clock that wakes the neighbors, 
and the morning confusion. 

I am from the personal barber, 
and fairy dust. 

I am from the Pretty Woman re-runs, 
and tea dipped cookies. 

I am from the secret passwords, 
and hidden identities. 

I am from the long sleeve summers, 
and hour long makeup tutorials. 

I am from the 40 notebooks of unspoken words, 
and cages of faces. 

I’m from the gown that is 2 sizes too big, 
scattered showers, 
and limited eye contact. 

I am from the weekly visits to my optimistic smile, 
and the never ending black rain.  

I am from the why am I still awake,
why isn’t there a difference, 
and is there such thing as forgiveness? 
questions that are always beside me.  

I am from the constant popping, 
over stretching, 
and hours of reconsideration.  

I am from everything that made me stronger.