Army Boots

I am from Bethesda Hospital at 4:06 in the morning.
I am from a mom who wore army boots and a dad who traded his father for me.
I am from playing Bob-the-Builder in a Cinderella dress.
I am from jumping rope in the rain.
I am from clay-covered clothes after a friendly fight.

I am from tears on my birthday.
I am from a now forbidden house that was my home.
I am from cardboard boxes and packing paper.
They stole my things then spat them out here.
I am from a hard bench at the back of the playground.

I am from observing but not participating.
I am from "You're crazy, kid".
I am from looking at him when he doesn't look at me.
I am from friends I don't quite understand
And friends who forgot
And friends who don't care.
I am from fear.
I am especially from the hatred I hate to feel.

I am from Not Here
A place no one knows
But me.





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JPanda13 said...
Mar. 28, 2012 at 7:05 pm
this was amazing!!! truly tells your inner emotions and the slight pain that occurs once in a while, but the happy moments you remember in your life.
 
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