Poem That Was Lost And Then Found.
Where I'm From.
I am from butterflies
from Dove and Dreams.
I am from under the rug in bathroom
silent, moist
with a slight scent of cinnamon.
I am from the Willow tree
the Baby's Breath
whose sweet shade pours down
like my hatred for life.
I'm from red rice and strawberry marks
from Tony and Carlos.
I'm from aggression and annoyance
from "you'll be sorry" and "if you lie, you'll die".
I'm from Atheism
because it just seems to hard to believe
and I give up.
I'm from Pennsylvania and Puerto Rico,
cockroaches and ladybugs.
From the plane my brother wanted to fly
and now does
making safe flight for our leader.
The many places we've lived
and then went away from
simply just leaving behind
those stilled moments of ours
there and here, and here and there
from both now
and before I breathed air