Out Of The Dust (Book) Poem by angel Stein

'I am from...'

I am from hopes of a better day
where i can sit around
and constantly play piano
and watch my dreams bounce up and down with the notes
here i can hide, and take charge
here i can see ma look away
hiding the smile she fears i will see
this personal bond we share
is what brings courage to my eyes, and pride to hers

I am from dreams of moving forawrd
though every day i seem to get further away
i want to make a better life for myself
get out of this shadow pa has faith in
i know the dust isn't gonna go away
its up to me to leave instead

I am from memories of ma
her soft subtle smile
her magic fingers,
dancing along the keys
her understanding,
her discipline that was harsh, yet
remained sweet
her silent praise
that urged me on every day

i am from hardheadedness
a gift from my pa
that keeps me safe in my memories,
when neighbors tell tales
it wasn't my fault,
i swear to you
pa was the one who caused this tragedy
yet i take the fall
isn't it bad enough i lost ma?
Now i gotta listen to these people point fingers
and hilight my mistake
but drift over pa's

i am from memories of independence
the on thing that set me apart from everyone else
talent
scorched and gone
it was the only thing i could do right
and it was taken from me
not by my own choice,
but by pa's thoughtlessness and carelessness
he was the only person who wasn't impressed
but now, no one will ever be impressed again