I Am

I am from bunk beds and princess sheets.

I'm from a one room apartment that will soon get its door crashed into by a drunk driver without a license, thank god no one was home.

I am from dollar movies and 7-11 Slurpee's.

I'm from an old church and crowded thanksgiving dinners.

I am from countless "step-dads" and many arguments.

I'm from late nights in my brothers room because I know that he kept me safe.

I am from sleepovers at Nana and Papa's house that will soon end when she passes.

I'm from a trailer park of mobile homes waiting for their turn to become "mobile".

I am from smoke coming from a friends house when we get off of the bus, this means that she moves out of state, no more Kat.

I'm from big dogs and big dreams.

I am from numerous therapy appointments that never helped.

I'm from loud music and broken headphones.

I am from journals overflowing with secrets.

I'm from home...