I am from tattered blankets and hollow homes

From trash bags and shoes with no laces.

I am from cheap, barely livable

And filled with packed belongings

i am from withered roses

Whos petals beg for water.

I am from one tattered, stuffed cat and a little hole-riddled blanket.

From Miller and paris

I am from drug addictions and running the streets

And from leaving with no warning

From breaking the hearts of loved ones.

I am from "Jesus loves you, even when mommy's gone"

I am from Teresa and Brad

From dry ramen noodles, and stale crackers.

From a broken woman who gave birth to broken children

And from a family shattered

Goodwill clothes and empty bellies

I am from these moments of a sad existence

From another broken woman who gave birth to me, her broken child.