Where I’m From
(Inspired by a poem by George Ella Lyons)

I am from good times,
from bad times and times long forgotten.
I am from the scent of cigarettes
and “get-me-another-while-you’re-up.”
I am from the tears on an angel
and the wails of a banshee in a never-ending pit of despair.
I am from a dark little corner that I call my own,
it’s okay they know me here.

I’m from hot summer days
and late humid nights around the fire.
I’m from loud music from the stereo
and drawings in sketchbooks,
From the “get off the phones”
and “turn it downs.”
I’m from the smell of cheeseburgers on the grill
and “is it ready yet?”

I am from Jimmy and Cindy McPeak.
I am from an unstable, alcoholic father trying to do his best
and a mother six feet underground laid to rest.
From lost memories that have not been said
and broken promises not yet vowed.
I am from dreams that have yet to be dreamt.
From the blinding light ahead
and the dark oblivion behind.
I am from where children are born
and spirits fly,
where hope lives on and the imagination never dies.
 

Emily
Warren East High School

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