Where I'm From

February 3, 2017

I am from dirt
(as dark as the night sky).
I am from the snake like rows.
Leafy green outside, golden inside.
I am from the free, untouched country
that has no end, nor beginning.

I am not from concrete 
(as engulfing as death).
I am not from the crowded, stained streets.
Unsafe outside after dark, children kept inside.
I am not from the streets of crime
that has no guilt, nor punishment.

I am able to fill my lungs with fresh air
(as clean as untouched paper).
I am able to inhale the sharp manure,
Crusty outside, natural fragrance inside.
I am able to touch the softness of an animal’s coat
without desire to kill, nor hurt.

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