I Am MeI am from the pile of crumpled pieces of paper on the floor, from Kraft, moving trucks and slamming doors.I am from that one place, then another, then back.I am from clover and chains, the meters of wilted sweet in the sun.I am from tacos at least once a week, from Michelle and Corey and Gaston and Douglas.I am his "burrito", his girl, his one, where insult-based humor is the norm and words are never enough. I am from a place where I knew only of the backyard and my bed, from being dragged between home and home. From "carrots will give you boobs" and "Papa's monkey, Nana's dolly, Momma's baby".I am the kind of person that places my life within a song, then lives it to the tune.I am from tearful emotions and poor poetic writing skills, from not caring and continuing writing this anyway 'cause I can and I have to.I am from a family where isolation is a reward and dinners consist of silence with a side of awkward.I dream of lights, laughter, love, and life. Of e
Who are weWho are weTo think the way we do?Expectations and normsDrag down and put outThe very light that fuels the heart,Leaving a vast emptiness of sorrow,Pain,The desire to growInto an insurmountable lie.Who are weTo believe the way we do?To blot out and warpThose who actually are somebodyAnd subject them to the falsity,Dejecting,Driving themTo conform and growInto an overwhelming lie.Who are weTo judge the way we do?By following custom and crowd,We are fabricating a worldWhere expectations and normsLead to a lie;Where blotting and warpingLead to a lie;Where judgingAnd weCreate a worldWhere falsehoods ruleAnd truths are ignored.
StarsInstead of living in the depths of rain,Look up and see the stars, tinted with grey and green.Listen to their hum, the sound of their voices, as they lull you to sleep.Above, they guide you,Leading you to where you want to go and where you need to go and where you should go.Where saltwater turns sweet and tangy,And shivers clear the path for the new.Yellow is there, warm,Shining as pure as the heart.Look, there;Overhead, they, the stars, shine like stars, as stars do,Vibrant and echoing through the night,Embracing a light devotion.Yet, they never dampenOr fade away;Unending as the spirit.