Where I am from

A young marriage’s love is how I came to be

A duplex in Old Folsom with an old Oak tree out front was the first place that felt like home.

Childhood days of make believe pass through my mind as I think of my history.

I am from people who danced in pale moonlight under the Irish sky and proud warriors who chanted Poems of old around smoky fires.

Of people who pledged by saying Hial and committed murders and those who pledge neutrality

A child of mobsters and Tuscany and a race who respected Mother Earth.

This is where I am from.

I am from summer vacations to distant states and places that seemed to be heaven on earth

From thoughts of freedom and despair in equal measure

Of letting words and tear bleed from a pen and keeping a smiling face the whole time.

From condescending voices in my head telling me to do better and be the best

I am from hidden dreams that are taboo and cravings that would label me odd

From being a paradox and making perfect sense and that one song that describes me perfectly

I am from crazy car rides with six people in a VW Bug while rocking out to Seventeen Forever and hair Blowing in the breeze down Highway 50.

I am from a privileged background and yet take it for granted

From being the perfect daughter in public and the monster in private cause too many buttons have been pushed that I snap like a guitar string across your hand.

From something going right and friend’s smiles and holding on for the crazy ride of life, grinning like the Cheshire Cat all the while.

I am from making friends and being a teenager.

From growing up fast in some things and not another, learning the secret of life is making something Epic out of shit and counting your blessings and stopping to thank God that you’ve made it through Another day.

This is where I am from and I don’t have a problem with it.

Another old poem I found from a poetry promt my teacher gave me.