The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
i am from…
i am from by sabastian kyle nicholson
I am from t.v and video games
from unhealthy eating and carbohydrates
and movies to tea
i am from the nice bed to t.v in my room
from the old dirty dishes in the sink
it looks like dirt and water but it does not hurt
i am from the trees reaching the heavens
and the day falling free
from new blooms
im from the going to denes after halloween
and them going bull mad sometimes
from my family of james to jaque and to mike
im from going home to fighting to chilling and dining
from study and work to sorry doesn’t cut
it from holly day to pray
from wishing and not fishing
im from birth of new mexico to nowhere for my ancestors
to meat and lettuce we eat
from mom who was sick and fell i am from the new ones behind the door to the heart thinkers and the big hopers but at the end of the day i’m from myself