Where I’m From

 

I am from the dirt that my people sweep off their sidewalk.

From the streets of harsh death and life consuming drugs;

starvation and failure that makes helplessness seem like

a small stream of hope.

I am from back breaking work and tear streaked cheeks.

I am from rags and dirty hands.

From criticism and doubts that break your faith before you begin to believe

From encouragement and goals.

Rough hands and ink stained fingers.

I am from loud thoughts but quiet lips.

From polite smiles and meaningful looks.

I am from those who let go to be adopted by the better.

I am from a love greater than the heated passion and lust of two lovers.

From broken friendships and an incomprehensible excitement.

I am from the darkness consumed by those foul and sinister.

But brightened by the melodious words of those who believe.

I am from the misery that breaks you…

And the hope that keeps you alive.

 

Blanca Ruiz, Dumas High School

Published by permission © 2010