Laura Kristine Schneider
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I am Laura Kristine Schneider
I am from stardust and unfinished constellations,
From words never spoken, quietly littering the page
Black ink, blue ink, blue veins
I am from red blood and cold blades
I am from a dark abyss people overlook
As they stroll by, warmed by the golden sun
I am from a damaging home, a broken gazebo
I am from the shelters of sticks my child-hands made
in an attempt to evade my cold world
I am from death, from the dirt of the earth,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, from dust I was made and to dust I shall return
I am from a broken mind, an over emotive body
From quakes and tremors, from rains and rivers
From pills and cherry popsicles, from rope and rust
I am from a lonely road,
From a land of unfathomable horrors
The genocide of millions of have-nots
“For if there is a god, he’ll have to beg for my forgiveness”
I am from golden flaxseed, farmed up from the dirt of my skin
From azure lakes and streams with clouds shining down
I am from the stories of old, ancient legends and ghost tales
Making my spirit soar towards the stars
I am from a life where waking up is a daily struggle
For when I wake up, it is always still dark
I am from stale wine and aged bread
Leaving a bitter feel on the tongues of the oppressors
So nothing will ever taste the same
I am from stolen glances and silent shouts,
A mystery, a puzzle, an anagram
constantly changing, developing new meaning
I am me! Nobody else!