Where I’m From
by Amber Counts
I am from music,
from alternative rock and melancholy ballads.
I am from the home destroyed by lies.
(Arguments, deception, it smelled like marijuana.)
I am from the mighty oak,
the Tree that Grows in Brooklyn,
rising up between the cracks of the concrete jungle
despite its oppressive beginnings.
I’m from new family traditions,
forged with Erik and Tabytha and Ian.
I’m from the talk about everythings
and the showing we care through the little things,
from You care too deeply!
and You’re too nice to everyone!
I’m from forgiveness of those who have harmed me
and occasionally of myself.
I’m from Native America and its conquerors,
corn and Cadbury chocolate.
From the day I met Erik in band
and skipped school to spend time with him,
the beautiful children in our laughter-filled home
26 years later.
I am from love and truth
that have triumphed over my parents’
mistakes of the past.
I am not trapped in their bluesy songs of woe.
I make my own music now.