I'm from Sharpie hands
And painted walls
I'm from books,
And high iqs
I'm from hanging out with my cousin
And hating his sister
I'm from screaming parents
And loud music
To tune them out
I'm from older brothers
And playing hide and seek
Hiding in the dryer
I'm from fishing
With my dad
From baking
with my mom
From drinking tea
With my grandma
From launching firecrackers
With my cousins
From doing make up
With my aunt
I'm from eating gumbo
On Christmas
And stew
On thanks giving
From drinking tea
While sick
And coffee
On the daily
I'm from fryomg foods
And getting flour everywhere
From painting nails
And making a mess
From boiling seafood
And having a party
The whole family there
Everyone brought a tray
From no empty stomachs
And tons of left overs
I'm from New years day
2013, setting a field
On fire with a firecracker
I'm from thanksgiving
2015, breaking a kneecap
Because I was on scooter
I'm from family fun
And a crazy family
BINABASA MO ANG
Thoughts In The Three AM
Poetrydon't judge. it's depressing and is going into my book. Edit: it's not going in a book, but it is a way for me to keep my emotions on a page instead of in my head
