I am from books , from paper and pen.

I am from a broken home.

I am from the weeping willow trees, the leaves that falls on the cold hard ground.

I am from alone and sports
from Elizabeth and Edward.

I am from yelling and tears
from “stay strong” and “i will be there for you”.

I am from just pray when things
get bad and just keep going.

I am from Akron, the place of sadness
Pizza and Chicken

From my grandma’s long “when i was your age” stories
Full of sadness and disappointment.

I am from the old pictures on the wall and aged videos that are on VHS and dusty books that sit on the self in the broken living room