2- Genecis Z.: I am from poem

Blurry Memories

I am from summer evenings where the sun would leave my brown strands of hair, a vibrant red.

I am from silence and uncertainty

I am from cold motel rooms and dark basements

I am from a hard working mother who tried to keep a sinking home afloat,

And a father who was too far away to tell me it would be okay.

I am from white roses I would stain red with blood since I was too keen on touching the thorns.

I am from cuts and hello kitty band aids.

I am from older cousins who’d do their best to make me smile,

Who’s hand I still hold when crossing the road. 

I am from a friend who showed me his scars so I could pretend mines didn’t exist

Who to me will forever mean centuries of words we can never say to each other

I am from cigarette smoke that would tell me when my uncle was around.

I am from hellos and see you later’s,

Never goodbyes as that would mean it was forever(Which I would soon have to say goodbye to my uncle)

I am from public libraries where the librarian would greet me with a new stack of books every day.

I am from yelling and screaming, from forgiving but never forgetting. 

I am from astrology and constellations, I’d point out to anyone around me. 

I am from a strict grandmother who’s the epitome of an independent woman,

Who a man, she told me I would never need. 

I am from dreams to other galaxies, I will never see. 

I am from long Shakespeare plays, and poems written on palms out of boredom 

I am from old memories that have become a blur in my mind as the years have passed. 

I am from the past, the present, but never the future as I do not know what has become of me then.