Homeland

I come from hereditary depression

And short torsos. 

From the pitter patter of five pairs of little feet

That guide themselves away.

I come from the dirty street signs

With spray cans emptied out over them.

From large, piercing blue eyes

And pursed red lips.

I come from forced religion

And fake faith.

From delicate angels

And other false things.

I exist in the place between black and white,

For there is my homeland.