Where I'M From Poem by Alexandra Marcovicci

I'm from constant solitude,
Swimming in a sea of my own bad mood.

I'm from TV,
Needing eyeglasses to see.

I'm from the Jaffrey Fair,
My hard exterior showing 'I don't care'

I'm a closed book,
Hiding away in a dusty nook.

I'm a step away from freaking out,
My ears twisting everything about.

I'm a chain reaction,
A kid horrible at subtraction.

I'm from wearing uncomfortable shoes,
Listening to Fitzgerald, Mama of the blues.

I'm from 'Baby Bells taste better in France'
I see London, keep on your pants.

I don't believe in 'hoes' or 'bros'
Hillary Clinton's the way it goes.

I'm from a whipped cream explosion,
Trying to stop erosion.

I'm from the city,
Superficiality, not so pretty.

I'm from layers,
Don't know if I'm Atheist, so no prayers.

I'm from confusion, and funny, and weird, oh my,
I'm from believing pigs will someday fly.