WHERE I'M FROM

I am from a one street light town, from 17^th Street Surf Shop and Powell Peralta.

I am from the rough neck, beer drinking, small crack of the world.

I am from decay rose pedal, the prick stem and thorny sides.

I am from American Revolution and aggressive backbone, from the Melville and Shnerry, and Barcus.  

I am from the railroad building and coal mining immigrants.

From don’t fight your brother and quit picking on your sister.

I am from here nor there, nor the sky or below. I am permanent, I am set free.

I am from the fighting Irish and the potato eating, and hop drinking outcasts.

From the two generals in my family who helped the Americas build a nation, one who became an author and another who started a family.  We are all black sheep.

I am from ashes of nothing, which became everything, I am from a family of burned pictures and undiscovered  mementos.  Nothing worth saving, but worth millions to me.  I am proud of my heritage and my family tree.