If Life Was Like a Poem

I am From

I am from my keyboard and to the stylus in my hand

From the trumpet to my lips as I play within the band

I am from the music as it drowns out all the noise

Like the obnoxious sounds that rise of the girls and of the boys

I am from the poetry that I write out on the page

To the words and to the pen, it's how I've grown to age

I am from my mother, who tries her best at least

and I am from my grandmother, who's quite a judgmental beast

I am from my mind, from the books it eats for knowledge

From the exam crammed nights, and the pamphlets made for college

I am from my tears, that I've cried for all the reasons

From my many days and nights, and from all the different seasons

I'm from sweat that runs down my spine and my cheek

From my desk that I sit in, that's tan, cold, and bleak

I am from my sister, who reminds me of who I am

And I am from my lips, which utter such "God-"

I am from electronics, from my iPad to my phone

From the face times to the phone calls, I'm an electronic drone

I am from the mindless, from the weak and from the ill

From the flower pot that leans against my window sill

I am from my father, who I'll never really know

From the sun, from the rain, and occasionally the snow

I am from my cousin who is more or less my twin

And I am from my swim meets, even though I did not win

I am from my fears, from the things that haunt my nights

From the yelling and the battling within my family fights

I am from America, from the free and from the brave

From my God, from my Jesus, from The Lord that came to save

I am from my friendships, from the love and from the hate

From a large two story house, and a rickety front gate

I am from the dead, who I lost without consent

And I am from my heart, though it's bruised and bent

I am from my past, from my future and from now

I am from my birth and from the story of how

I got into this world, the way I came to be

But most importantly of all, I am mainly from me