I was always moving from place to place
there were new faces and empty houses
leaving before we got too comfortable
in one place, we always had each other though
so there was never any need for a
                                                        real home.

                                                      ­                                                                M­y sisters and I would climb mountains
                                                       ­                                                    stealing pomegranates from our teacher’s yard
                                                            ­                                                                 ­            and sitting on the dusty rocks
                                                           ­                                                         everythi­ng was good because we were on
                                                              ­                                                   top of the
                                                             ­                                         world

In every new neighborhood I would see
all the girls and boys in different groups
they found it strange that I would wrestle
instead of play with dolls
and that’s what we did; we wrestled until
black eyes were handed out like
sweet
candy.
                                                         ­                                                                 ­  No matter where we were we always
                                                          ­                                             made our way to grandma’s house for Christmas
                                                       ­                                                    keeping traditions and breathing in that loving
                                                          ­                                                              air­, I wanted the world to stop and wait
                                                            ­                                             they always sang out for God while I whispered
                                                       ­                                                                 ­                               where are
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                      you?

The swings were my friends when I
was in school and I would spend a lifetime
on them, looking at the sky as if I could
just fly away and never come back
in those days I was a dreamer because I saw that
a world was contained
           on those swings.




                                                     ­        I guess you could say writing found me
                                                           these smudge-filled hands still ink stained
                                                         ­    and the words spilling out on the paper
                                                           ­ turning shaky abc’s into emotions with
                                                            ­ names and colors and witty come-backs
                                                      ­         because nothing else sounds and feels
                                                           ­                        quite as
                                                              ­                            good.