I am from seven houses...

five zip codes—

four schools...

I am from people yelling on the streets going club to club …

overhearing the crickets and frogs down the green country road—

pulling into the neighborhood looking at all the white picket fences...

I am from toxic screaming, “Get out!” “I don’t want you here!” “leave”…

waking up in the night; lost in confusion on where my next location will be—

abandoning my past, wishing I had a standard childhood…

I am from new family members at every christmas…

new friends I know won’t be around—

new roads we skip down, scavenging for new parks…

I am from seven houses...

five zip codes—

four schools...