I am from the multicolored pillows

From the shelf with books that billow

From the mirrors that stand very tall

And the posters on every wall

I am from the art cluttering my dressers

From the clothes that make the room messier

From the carpet that will never stay clean

And the pictures of when I was just a teen

I am from the multicolored pillows

I am from the cluttering cars that make a fence

From the barking dogs that make absolutely no sense

From the grassless ground that makes me yearn

And the horse smell that greets my every return

I am from the red bricks that stare at me

From the blaring music of hip-hop and R&B

From the paint that seems to boast

And the voices I love to hear the most

I am from the cluttering cars that make a fence

I am from the pine trees that stand tall

From the scattered houses that hide in its evergreen wall

From the gas station that greets you with a "hello!"

And the northern mockingbird that chirps with a deep bellow

I am from the white petals that greet like a friend

From the river that never seems to end

From white tree that's ever so beautiful

And the people that believe they are still youthful

I am from the pine trees that stand tall

I am from the everglades with its reptiles and fish

From the bayou with beauty and calm that makes me wish

From the great plains with its golden grass

And the falls with water that plunges so far and fast

I am from the fifty stars and red, white, and blue

From the fast food that makes me wish for something new

From the traffic that continues to get loud

And the land that would make our forefathers proud

I am from the everglades with its reptiles and fish

I am from the fighting on the street

From the cities that were such a treat

From the speaker of another tongue

And the man who was working since he was young

I am from the making of a dysfunctional genealogy

From the constant apologies

From the ones who craved

And the ones who slaved

I am from the fighting on the street

I am from the city lights that shine so bright

From the fantasies I imagine in the dead of night

From the howls I hear in the forest mist

And the elves that use magic with a flick of the wrist

I am from the peninsula of the three oceans

From the constant buzz of people that stay in motion

From the waves that meet the shore with a kiss

And the clear water that makes me reminisce

I am from the city lights that shine so bright

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Poetry was never something I truly explored or did. The occasional writing of something that I needed to express. I've written things in the past that I still am proud of, and this is something I feel I needed to express. This was originally an autobiographical life poem my teacher assigned for us in our MS Writers class.

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Angelica (Moonforest1124)