Where I’m From

I’m from hurt and abuse
I’m suppose to be from steak,
But I’m chicken.
I’m from animals and nature, not war.
So I hate the past.
I’m from school that teaches while I learn.
I’m from Salvador, Peru, and Dominic Republic but…
I don’t feel like it.
I feel left out and different from school.
I’m from good/calm (mom’s side) but also mean/bad (dad’s side)
I’m from sadness and pain.
From a frown clown to the sad.
TO BE CONTINUED!