i am from...

i am from

the back seat of a red convertible created in the passion of hormones gone wild

the dresser drawer of the cheap hotel bureau in flint

i am from

 the streets of miami - the beaches of haulover and sunny isles

i am from

 the deep catholic guilt that produces non-thinking people who follow the rules and fear hell more than life

the eldest of too many children born to parents who were children

i am from 

a run away - way of life

where bad behavior is rewarded and being good is never good enough

i am from 

catholic - irish - alcoholic

longing for tenderness and to be seen

always on high alert

i am from 

sandy sheets and salty air and smells that never leave

i am from 

out in the sticks in the middle of the city

buses that run forever and get you wherever you want to go

i am from 

the interama - beer can island - the corner store where chips and coke are the staples of life

babysitting for folks who don't come home

i am from

crying babies - dirty dishes - peed beds - thumb sucking kids

i am from empty words

i am from love