Peel away my face.
Navigate. Search. Delve.
I want you to tear me to shreds.
Leave my parts on the floor.
Examine them.
And most importantly,
tell me what you see.

I am the last tear my mother shed before my father left.
I am from where the 'no ones' accomplish the most;
where the trees are hidden by tall glistening buildings of the bright city.
I am the beautiful sound of a birds melody being drowned out
by the horns of the yellow taxi's, where manners matter most.
I am from where the people crowd around you at twelve to watch the
beautiful ball drop down against the rusted earth.
I am from when the sun sinks and masters of delicate colors abroad the sky, but
faded before you could take that perfect picture.
I am the new shoe that always got stepped on, the nail polish that got ruined once I went to bed.
Yo soy esa muchacha de pelo rizado que todos pensaban que no sabia espanol.
I am that little bit of hope in my mother's eyes.

Fading clarity
Gaping iregularity
Rapid decomposition
A crumbling postion
Fear and anger fuel the fires
As they unravel the knot of desires
A purely toxic entanglement
The wounds were allowed to ferment.
Now we are slowly dying
Of this there is no denying

Sitting here,
submerged in the rhythmic words
of Aerosmith,
I'm starting to realize,
I'm not so useless,
I've just begun,
lifes journey,
the winding road has only
just begun
and i'm realizing
I've got a long way to go,
before I can truly say,
I'm done.