tw for sh, and implied ed.
i am from L + T.
i am from endless nights of yelling.
i am from white, empty, blinding walls, and shiny, fake tiled floors with holes.
i am from parking lots and paperwork
i am from endless summers on the walnut that are now only a glossy, stained memory now.
i am from novellas and gardening,
from E + J.
i am from the letters in between books and letters under the small, rough mattress.
i am from the blades and blood,
from the tired, tear stained faces.
i am from the feeling of loneliness,
from feeling selfish.
i am from tiktok.
i am from books.
i am from music.
i am from everything i touch.
i am from Owen.
i am from Giancarlos.
i am from Isaac.
i am from Isaiah.
i am from the smell of lingering chicken and gravy.
i am from pozole stained blue shirts.
i am from how are you? and are you okay?
from the answer of oh don't worry i am perfectly fine.
because why wouldn't i be?
i am from straight A's.
i am from great hygiene.
i am from good eating habits.
i am NOT from sadness.
i am NOT from loneliness.
i am NOT from a dysfunctional family.
i am NOT my mother's child.
i am NOT perfect.
