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I am from lookouts,
from rubber swings and dark night skies.
I am from never-ending tunnels
of stark whiteness,
dripping with innocence and purity,
a playground for the graceful ones.
(They learn a special dance.)
I am the pair of threes
submitted to the deck.
(Someday we all pass into winning hands.)
I am from fluttering butterflies,
time seen vanishing through
two pink bars in a young teen’s hands.
I’m from slap bracelets and slam books,
from Tamagotchi and a fight for rights.
I’m from Fiesta Days and
I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I,
from three cold blocks in a single line.
I’m from vennligst and mange takk,
spiral curls and city blocks.
From the battles I learned
to fight on my own,
to break free from the land of
placebos, of talk out your feelings
and make no mistakes
from realizing who you were
to deciding who you’ll be
I am from give and take
lucky moments and lucky breaks,
from sparkling clarity in foggy hopes.
I am what I dream.
© Jerrika, August 2006
I wrote this for school…based on a poem by George Ella Lyons
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