Where I'm From

A simple assignment saturated in emotion.

            I’m from my father’s name

                        Fear of being a clone

                                    Paranoid and monotone

            I’m from corndogs every day

                        An ongoing struggle born, wait

                                    A mental and physical weight

            I’m from an oblivious childhood

                        Anger shot up like a burning bush

                                    Corrupt beliefs and morals made me shush

                                    The divorce

                   Rapture to a know-nothing boy

                           Ripping down a page

                                      I was torn

            I’m from apartment buildings

                        One boyfriend established dictatorship

                                    Another liberated, freed, and opened me

            I’m from adapting to respect everyone

                        From a mischievous, chaotic youth…

                                    To “Yes sir”, “May I?” and “thank you”

            I’m from imagination

                        Stories of sword swingers and serene singers and silly sighs

                                    From songs of untold angst, folded inward, doubling into hate

                                    My childhood

                        A movie clip that ran 17 years

                            A sequel was expected

                                      Torn again

            I’m from guitars and novels

                        Of many fantasies and ballads

                                    Like Jay Leno’s cars and witticisms

            I’m from black humor and Goth

                        A man of Vonnegut and Shelley

                                    And to Rock, a late pupil of late Rhoads and Slash

            I’m from insecurity and suspicion

                        Like this world, I learned adaptation

                                    I grew a second skin to ensure protection

                                            My life

                        A drama, a mystery, and fantasy

                        Perhaps, someday, an inspiration

                                To my next generation

            I’m from a book I wrote; it wants to be read

                        A woman, Jamie Dee, tore into it and pushed me

                                    To become the Vonnegut/Shelley I inspire to be

            I’m from “love and respect all”,

                        Two parents, brave, bold, and belligerent, taught me that

                                    I always keep them in mind

            I’m from a man, Fisher, who helps discreetly,

                        When no one else can

                                    A marvelous director and friend

            I’m from a girl who walks her own way

                        Not a stereotype; secrets are safe with her

                                    A love I can't describe, despite my zeal

            I’m from trying to understand her

                        Like studying a picturesque beauty

                                    So I can be there, and not be cheesy

            I’m from bus rides cuddled together

                        Pencil-short afternoons watching Netflix

                                    From writing stories and songs together

                                    As the credits reel

                          I begin to cry and begin to try

                                 I try to see my future

                        And appreciate where I’m from

Author's Note

Not really looking for critique on this. But I welcome any thoughts.

Reviews

[allie_arrowz]

i loved it. it was cool to be like...on a journey with you. from start to end like a poetic timeline. a very cool way to describe where you're from and who you are. :)