Dirt

I am from the Earth

The soil that sits beneath the flowers

brown and suffocated by the beauty.

I am from Wattupa Heights and the bike I never learned to ride.

Hand-me-downs from Shane and Brittany

to Salvation Army for school clothes.

I am from Chorizo and Peppers

and bread with every meal.

With sips from moms drink ;

yelling, kicking crying

to laughing, hugging, loving.

I am these moments

I am a storm

I am the earth ;

the soil beneath the flowers.

Comments

tanishawilliams

This is a piece that really helped me reflect on my childhood and the different experieces and hard times I went through. I hope you enjoy it!

tanishawilliams

I wrote this piece to relfect on my childhood ; the good, the bad, and the ugly. I hope you enjoy!

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