I am from city lights and smog
And the most diverse culture.

I am from innocence
An unknowing mother.
And from depression, 
Darker than night.

I am from the sagebrush, 
The weeping willow in the front, 
Which became my favorite toy.

I am from Coca-Cola
And false Christianity, 
That I've turned my back on now.

I am from beauty and self-hatred, 
And the talk of the town.
From verbal abuse to love.

I am from blonde and blue eyed, 
To dark and green.
High maintainance and conceited, 
And I can hold my own.

Oct.05.07