From Here

March 10, 2017
By Anonymous

I am from my bedroom 

From the refrigerator and back and back to the room  

I am from the loud music, yelling at videogames when I die in a match  

insents, wax chips, decent vibes all way round  

I am from the dandilions for messing things up, the big oak tree that stretches its branches out for other birds to grab on  

Whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own. 

I'm from the fourth of July and Christmas day 

From dad and mom, I'm from working on a new house, chill times with the fam and eating dinner together talking about our day. 

I'm from the don’t eat that damn crayon and respect people who respect you and Dear Mama  

I'm from bond fires, fireworks, and having fun with friends and family  

I'm form Omaha and Nebraska, grilled hot dogs, grilled ham burgers, from the drunk stories like fighting a tree because it was talking smack  

Pictures with the family on Christmas  

In my heart I love everything about my family 

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