I Am From

I am from dirty water,
From fire and flour,
I am from the ashes of the past,
(Grey, Powdery,
It crumbles)
I am from the broken picture frames, The singed edge of a photo,
Who was long ago taken,
As if just yesterday,
I am from the shadows and the light,
From East and West,
The tall and the small,
To the big and strong,
With the tiny and mighty,
I am from the sass and attitude,
With mistrust,
And names that are no longer said,
I am from long dirt roads,
With wild mushrooms ready to be picked,
Under the archway of my room,
Was a picture on my door,
A photograph of a smiling family,
Soft smiles and light hearts,
I am from these places,
These memories,
These people,
These moments.

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