I am from sun-damaged skin
Freckles and straw hats
From tractors and dirt
And fresh tomatoes
I am from Ridges of chosen family
From barefoot and dancing
Trough the tall grass
I am from small streams
Trees and overgrown lawns
From concrete and brick
And the pretty cityscapes of Jersey
I am from rainbows and cheers
From black and plaid
Parades of people and glitter
That takes forever to wash off
I am from darkness
And false words
From tomboys and girlie-girls
I am from music
Loud, fast, and angry
I am from brush strokes
And pencil sketches
From iron-on patches
And D.I.Y videos
I am from candles, incense
And crystals charging under the full moon
I am from black cats
And “fight back”
From “stand up”
And “never back down”
I am from marches and protests
From outcasts and artists
I am from speaking your mind
And taking no crap.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
I am from sun-damaged skin
Freckles and straw hats
From tractors and dirt
And fresh tomatoes
I am from Ridges of chosen family
From barefoot and dancing
Trough the tall grass
I am from small streams
Trees and overgrown lawns
From concrete and brick
And the pretty cityscapes of Jersey
I am from rainbows and cheers
From black and plaid
Parades of people and glitter
That takes forever to wash off
I am from darkness
And false words
From tomboys and girlie-girls
I am from music
Loud, fast, and angry
I am from brush strokes
And pencil sketches
From iron-on patches
And D.I.Y videos
I am from candles, incense
And crystals charging under the full moon
I am from black cats
And “fight back”
From “stand up”
And “never back down”
I am from marches and protests
From outcasts and artists
I am from speaking your mind
And taking no crap.
This was for an English assignment but my published poet of a grandfather encouraged me to share is more.
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