I am from ditches and crowded streets,
candy paint and BBQ meat,
trail rides and live scenes.
I am from Judy Bloom books and Bibles,
presidential certificates and verse recitals.
I am from an Irish twin-ship.
Libby and Lobby,
Nanu and Stuffy,
Tia and Tamera,
Itchy and Scratchy,
Olevia and Stephanie.
I am from family reunions and holidays ruined.
I am from commands.
Respect your elders.
Protect your sister.
Look out for yourself.
Call me Mrs. or Mr.
I am from hypocrites and misfits who don’t practice what they preach.
I am from heartaches and heartbreaks with holes torn into the soul allowing all love to leak.
I am from the kitchen;
All you can eat,
sweets and adult drinks.
I am from untimely deaths and threats,
wishing upon the brightest stars on the darkest nights
and living behind walls that hid all fights .
I am from heat and rain,
sunshine and floods,
open land with barriers from others.
I am from Houston Zoo trips,
hoping to find Mighty Joe Young;
train rides around the park and throwing bread to ducks.
I am from dancing and stepping
writing and speaking.
I am from pleasing the spectator
not worried about me.
I am a caged bird,