My Poem
I am from a town no one wants to claim
I am from Wild Horse Valley that has needles instead of horses
I am from two contradictory beliefs
I am from two strong-willed individuals
I am from a single mother who climbed up from the depths of the bottom
I am from the slumbering voice of Ozzy Osborn in the dead of night
I am from the movies watched on the mattress dragged in the living room
I am from dancing away difficulties from restless minds
I am from the delicious creations we struggled to afford
I am from small trips but big memories
I am from the shell of the taco that fell apart every third Saturday of the month
I am from crippling anxiety manifested into an unbearable feeling of guilt
I am from the word play of Ellen Hopkins
I am from the storms that no one talks about
I am from the man who lifted me up when it felt as if no one else believed in me
I am from unbreakable dedication and devotion
I am from the success in my failures
I am from the hope in the dark transforming into light
I am of my own making
My special place is my childhood home, located in Farmington, New Mexico. I lived here until I was about eleven. I remember this place as being where I was most happy. When I was growing up my mom was a single mother trying to raise and support two children. In order to do that she put herself through college and worked along with raising a two and four year old. This place wasn't the nicest, or in a great neighborhood, or anything special really. It's only special to me. My imagination got to run wild. I would play in the yard which as a kid felt like a forest with unlimited possibilities. My sister and I built forts and played barbies. My mother would play and dance with us as we did everything from cleaning the house and memorizing her note-cards. I have a lot of memories here from when I was young. Although, I've come to realize it is not the place that makes a home. It's not even the place that makes someone happy.