i am from

I am from fields
from dirt and grime.
I am from the middle of nowhere
(hills, valleys nothing to do)

I am from the woods
the over growth
who’s paths i
navigate easily

i am from green and brown
from camo and guns.
im from working
and boredom

from come on! and get up!
im from being in the woods
with my four wheeler
and animals everywhere.
im from piedmont and macinzie creek,
from trucks and boats.
from the life my mom gave up
for our family to survive;
the father that left before i was born.

in a plastic drawer
full to the top
of memories.
pictures of people
places and things
that sometimes
i choose to forget.