• I am from the stage
    From actors and stilted scripts
    In the sad melodrama of life
    I am from the blood-shot eyes
    Of girls who cry greedy tears of attention
    Of the boys’ weak words and vicious desires
    I am from the Rose
    The beauty matched only by the violence and gore.

    I’m from poverty and disparity
    From Dog and Lola
    I’m from respect and laughter
    And from leather libraries filled with dust
    I am from the comfort of purring
    And from the yipping of loyalty.

    I’m from new places and new people
    And, “You’re all you’ve got.”
    I’m from the setting of the sun
    And of the croissants and letters
    From the service of the brave
    Where the men have been disciplined
    If not into maturity, a hard shell to hide behind.

    The vanity
    Where narcissism is spawned and spread
    Like disease crawling on my skin
    I am of the lies and disappointments
    I’m from the keys that create no music
    Typing only to faceless pixels
    I am from the minds of heroes
    And spread the word by my own means.