I’m from a brick house that shares with two left and one right, as

passing cars zoom down the slanted hilltop,

to the dented mailbox that combines the sloped street,

with neighboring kids playing within the grassy yards. As I overlook the world

from the mirror like windows, I see it unfold 

from within the brick house

I’m from a family whose kindness outmatches all, 

but even these types become devils overnight.

Days zoom past and every second flies by, as endless successes stack mountain tall.

But memories outlast

from within the brick house.                                                                                                       

I’m from the mirrored tiles that reflect my education,

as stardom and possibilities whistle through the halls.

Blinding spotlights hit my skin like UV rays,

with thundering applause roaring through the stage.

But the biggest successes come 

 from within the brick house.

I’m from a brick house that cements life together, 

as the bricks fill with memories and dreams, and cement connects them. 

Every memory and success, no matter what or where, always comes 

from within the brick house.