I come from...

I come from...

A run-down home; place of love.

Hardships forced upon me.

A broken family is the family I have.

I smile. I always tell the truth;

no matter how hard it is to admit.

I hold my heart hidden

and keep people at a distance.

Gifts and words of affection became common place.

It warms my heart to remember such days.

Shame bruises were just as common.

Known far and wide,

strangers would call my name,

even when I couldn't place their face.

I come from...

where people didn't even know the name of the neighbours,

they would see each and every day

but they wouldn't hesitate,

to call you a name,

to wound your spirit as you walked away.

But I'm here now and I want to hear my name.

I'm Roberto and I come from...