I Am From

I Am From

I am from the archives of my mind
The experiences which make up childhood
I am from the suburbia of
This beautiful city of angels
I am from the city of hopes
Of fulfilled dreams of broken ones
Of romance of history of conspiracy

I am from the small street acre in Northridge
I am from the Disney movies
From belle’s castle, streets of Agraba, down under the sea
I am from the stand in my front yard
Selling the freshly squeezed lemonade
Twenty five cents a cup
I am from the summer days of
Tying the water hose to the slide
of the sky high swing set
I am from my Barbie tricycle
I am from adolescent spice girl choreography
I am from three brothers
I am from the garage working on
Chevy engines with dad

I am from the ranch
the horses run through my veins
I am from the soft leather saddle
Riding everyday on top of the world
One two one two one jump!
Count the strides
I am from the dirt on the ground
After falling; in my shoes
I am from the scrapes the bruises
The falling the crashes

I am from a broken home
I am from tears and fights
Broken dishes and torn down souls
I am from learning and indents
Of perception
I am from abandonment
I am from moving schools
Leaving friends

I am from making mistakes
I am from partying
The piercing music and flashing lights
Uncontrollable nights
I am from the unsafe situations
Of the darkness

I am from learning
Nothing books ever could
I am from a new outlook
A new attitude a new light
I am from knowing what is what
I am from moving the next level
I am from growing up
I am from what I made myself.