I am from expression and art...

This originated as an assignment for an advanced placement humanities class on my first day of High school but I decided, I liked it too much to just leave it at that ergo, you are about to read it (hopefully).

I am from the pretty pink tights

And the cotton tree field

From the vinyl records

To the torn up lyric sandals

This is where I’m from

 

The broken tap shoes

And gulasch

I am from many truths untold

And the old tweed Fender cases

This is where I’m from

 

The journals

And the guitar picks

The arguments

To the lyrics

This is where I’m from

 

The dance floor is my playground

And the music is sand in my sandbox

The freedom and expression

And the broken heart

This is not just where I’m from

But, it’s who I am

 

The poetry and the art

Lost at heart

The artwork is engraved on my soul

But will the canvas and oddly numbered pencils

Ever be a part of who I am? 

Reviews

[Jae]

wow. its so vivid, i can picture a young person being surrounded by all of these.

~Rem