I AM FROM
I am from greasy food
and five finger discounts
I am from the ignored and the socially
abused.
I am a puppy
kicked too many times.
I am from rumbles and heaters
and the gourmet world of drive-through restaurants.
I am from sunsets and a paper-back copy of
Gone with the Wind.
I am from wanting a loving a loving family
and getting glares filled with hate.
I am from needing a hug.
and feeling the crunch of a fist.
I am from wanting a kiss
and getting the smack of kick.
I am from needing to be seen
and feeling ignored.
I am from wanting parents
and getting a gang.
I am from sunsets and
painful memories.
I am the shy and afraid
caught in the land of the brave and fearsome
I am from a place of small minded society, where angry people
judge me by what they have and what I do not.
And with my last breath of "Stay gold,"
I leave behind children who wouldn't be alive without me.
Under a floorboard
Hidden in my room,
There is a box
Filled with sorrow
It speaks of my pain
it speaks of my hope,
Hope that one day,
there will be no wrong side of the tracks,
that I will belong in a real family one day.
This book
will not
be found.
It will fade
with my memory.