I am from the music that flows so deeply through my veins
from singing with John Lennon as a little girl
to idolizing and being inspired by Marilyn Manson, my hero
I am from playing dress-up in my moms clothes and makeup,
smeared-on bright red lipstick,
tripping in 3 inch heels and shirts that were more like dresses
to dying my hair, modifying my body
and tripping of another kind
I am from drawing pictures of rainbows and unicorns
for my daddy to hang up at work
to arguing nonstop, hospital visits and depression
I am from crawling into bed with my mom
because the shadows on the wall were out to get me
to locking my door
and trying to escape the light
I am from being trusted by everyone
the perfect daughter with perfect grades
to being the only soldier fighting to win back that
once-so-easily-achieved trust
against an army of many
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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