I Am From

I am from the city of the rich
from the state of the poor

I am from a one sided family
of ignorance and bliss

I am from years of yelling
and the stale sent of beer

I am from bruised faces, arms and legs
from reject and pain

I am from unwanted hands between my legs
and scared tears

I am from the sound of nature
of water, grass and clouds.

I am from years of bleeding wrists
and hospital visits

I am from love and acceptance
and holding hands across the street

I am from healing hearts
and sweet smiles

I am from love letters
and burning pictures

I am from love
and doves nesting

I am from broken birthdays
and lonely nights

I am from swaying trees
and twinkling stars

I am from the hell I have lived
I am from the beauty I have created