My hands fell on morning

Hard leather, cigarettes

Tint midnight memories.

Smoldering red sun snuck

Up on me. Heartbroken

Mother draped in her gown

Waves me off.  From my home

I am free.  Speed away

From this place which swallowed

Me, or so I believed

When I went so far West

Dripping in teenage angst

Dirty and determined

I can’t get West enough.

This poem is about: 
My family
My country
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