Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations

Thin Paper

I was born of Dark Orange Sunrises
and Desert Air
I was made of Peaches, Plums
Basil and Rosemare
born into Hot Chocolate and Pumpkin Bread
Cool Winds and Quilted Beds
crafted from Austin, and Bronte, Eliot and Shakespeare
Poe, Dickinson, Frost—poets I hear
made of Independence, Discordance, my mother's lone wish
that I'd defy all my roles, surpass my school of fish.
I came from Cracked Asphalt
Skinned knees and Hidden Fault
Pickle Pops and Broken Toes
Climbing Rocks and Icey Snow
I grew up on Isolation
Dark Shadows, no condemnation
I lived in the Hidden Parts
lost amongst the Trees and Farms
Strong Accents
and Laced Brown Balls
days I spent
'till ambition calls
for I was born of Thin Pages
written on Thin Paper
I favor
the Strong Winds
the Humid
the Clothes Pins
and Tight Fits
I found my way
from Strong Rains
and Sunny Days
lost too far in strange
I came to say
"this is my Cage
and I love this Place"
for I was born in Darker Skins
paler than it's always been
too far Down to see the Top
too far Up to see it Drop
for I was born from Thin Pages
written on Thin Paper
I say to her
"Mom, let me fly
I'm telling you, I'll reach the Sky"
send me off, for I'm the Bird
that no one Here has ever heard
and I'll come back one long day
to see if since, the Leaves have changed
I'll come back for Peaches, Pumpkin Bread
to see if my Home's lasted, or dead
for I was born in River Beds
from Here, 'till Coast, it never ends
I was raised on Piano Keys
Short Notes
and Melodies
Brushes dipped in Hues of Vibrancy
I grew up in the Heart of Country
crafted from my Mother's Mind
she gave me the Tools to find
my Own
for one Culture must past to craft alone
I was born from Thin Pages
written on Thin Paper.