Poetry - Where I'm From

I am from a box, bottle, and tube.

hair dye, bright and red and beautiful.

I am from the pavement,

cracked from everyone before me, 

crowded with the feet of teenage punks.

I am from the laugh of friends,

shoves as we try to contain ourselves.

I am from pounding music,

bass loud enough to shake my soul.

I am from a thrift store,

something someone threw away,

is now my favorite piece of clothing.

I am from vintage stores and record stores,

the smell of old vinyl seeps into my clothes,

it becomes me.

I am from old leather,

bought secondhand or gifted.

I am from glitter and glam and silver,

blasting music from my stereo,

hairspray and teasing comb in my hand.

I am from metal and punk and industrial,

they are in my writing and the way I play.

I am from spikes and studs and chains,

adorning my wrists and neck.

I am from boots and platforms and heels,

beat, scuffed, and well loved.

I am from band tees and animal print,

musicians I wish I can and could have seen,

leopard print shirts and a snake print jacket.

I am from all those I love and all those who have loved.

3/6/25

Written based off of "Where I'm From" by George Ella. I just let the prompt lay the start, and the words guide me from there. My most recent poem.