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I come from a clock that is always wrong,
from 4-dollar lemonade stands,
  from grey asphalt streets
and an ice cream truck on tuesdays,

I come from a rotting wood swing
a green tarp canopy
a grass stained t-shirt,
from peeling sunburns and rashes,

I come from a town where everything is perfect,
i wonder why we are not
  from yelling in the kitchen
   from “why’s Daddy never home?”
  from I like the neighbors house better

from freshly mowed lawns, smells of bitter grass
tangled video game wires and quarrels of remotes

from a laundry basket always full.

I’m from a town of be better, be more
Yale doesn’t want an 84
I’m from a facade of smiles and “I’m okay”
a place where kids tear at each other's throats day after day,
but everyone stay quiet

I’m from “why are you such a nerd” from “stop being a faggot”
  I hear from the locker the shoved me in
they stay quiet.
I’m from where you always stay quiet

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