Where I’m From


I am from Christmas, From candy and clothes that fit.
I am from the playground in my back yard.
(Green,bright Grass that feels like beautiful hair.)
I am from the maple tree I grew up with,
Whose bark is like a Painting of a maze.
I am from pizza and flip flops,
From secrets and bullies.
I from the rude kids
And the nice kids.
From the friends and the flowers.
I am from the tears on my
Cheeks when I cry at night.
I am from Yeider and Blanchard's branch,
Fried chicken and root beer floats.
From the night my grandpa passed.
The day I became confused.
In my head the memories
That won't disappear.
To fall to the back of my mind.
I am from those sad moments
Where I am constantly confused.
The leaf fell from my family tree with scars left on my heart.

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