I Am From Poem by Raine Taft

I am from limbo, a state without thought
I am from the sky, where my partials were drawn together
I am from the Earth, where my nutrients grow
I am from flesh, where my gestation took place

I am from cruelty, where brutal hands grab hold
I am from family, where laughter is born
I am from boredom, where creativity blossoms
I am from water, where I grow from the Earth

I am from the road, where my legs learned to walk
I am from books, where words became stories
I am from ink, where stories become art
I am from fruit, where I nurture my seedlings

I am from warmth, where soft arms hold me tight
I am from cold, where my limbs extend to hold another
I am from Spring, where my body grew taut
I am from Winter, where the darkness envelopes me

I am from smiles, where the screen flashes white
I am from programing, where I learned to fit in
I am from scarcity, where I became a gem
I am from softness, where cotton became a necessity

I am from wellness, where my mind finally flew
I am from noise, where my ears finally sang
I am from song, where my taste finally spun
I am from this world, where my body was built.