I Come From.......... Poem by Sydne Morris

I come from Punk Rock
blasting in my ears
it is the music of my soul
but the beat of my heart


I come from a messy, yummy casserole
called Mac and Chesse
somehow it always hits the spot


I come from a table whose wood
is strong and firm
nothing can break it nor stain it


I come from yells and screams
that echo in my head at night because they are my own


I come from the top of a roof
where I find a friend eating her lunch
sometimes I fall and the tress
catch me


I come from a mother
who demands respect
but never gave it to anyone
except her cat

I come from cars big ones, small ones
ugly ones and ones you wish would break down so you wouldn’t ever have to see again


I come from Blood Rayne
whose teeth are deadly
whose clothes aren’t mom approved


I come from lectures my grandmother
preaches even though they take 30 minutes
for her to get to her point


I come form mustard sandwiches
that complete my sours cravings
they’re easy to make and to eat


I come from a feeling of love t
hat was never really there
between Danny and I

I come from my cat name Callie
she teaches me how to be lazy

I come from a government which makes a crazy white rich man president
Now they wonder why they have problems


I come from mistakes in my past
haunting me ghostly never leaving me alone


I come from poems sucking me
in their words because
a word paints a picture
a sentence tells a story

Dedicated to Mrs. Vaccaro