I come from Punk Rock <br />blasting in my ears <br />it is the music of my soul <br />but the beat of my heart <br /> <br /> <br />I come from a messy, yummy casserole <br />called Mac and Chesse <br />somehow it always hits the spot <br /> <br /> <br />I come from a table whose wood <br />is strong and firm <br />nothing can break it nor stain it <br /> <br /> <br />I come from yells and screams <br />that echo in my head at night because they are my own <br /> <br /> <br />I come from the top of a roof <br />where I find a friend eating her lunch <br />sometimes I fall and the tress <br />catch me <br /> <br /> <br />I come from a mother <br />who demands respect <br />but never gave it to anyone <br />except her cat <br /> <br />I come from cars big ones, small ones <br />ugly ones and ones you wish would break down so you wouldn’t ever have to see again <br /> <br /> <br />I come from Blood Rayne <br />whose teeth are deadly <br />whose clothes aren’t mom approved <br /> <br /> <br />I come from lectures my grandmother <br />preaches even though they take 30 minutes <br />for her to get to her point <br /> <br /> <br />I come form mustard sandwiches <br />that complete my sours cravings <br />they’re easy to make and to eat <br /> <br /> <br />I come from a feeling of love t <br />hat was never really there <br />between Danny and I <br /> <br />I come from my cat name Callie <br />she teaches me how to be lazy <br /> <br />I come from a government which makes a crazy white rich man president <br />Now they wonder why they have problems <br /> <br /> <br />I come from mistakes in my past <br />haunting me ghostly never leaving me alone <br /> <br /> <br />I come from poems sucking me <br />in their words because <br />a word paints a picture <br />a sentence tells a story <br /> <br />Dedicated to Mrs. Vaccaro<br /><br />Sydne Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-come-from/
