I am From

Sydney Jaeger

I am from tarnished charcoal and snow colored face paint,

A pool of it sweats down to my shirt.

I am from the explosion of sweet Faygo,

Covering the tip of my tongue down towards my knees.

I am from fireball candies,

That blaze up and smoothly melt in my mouth.

I am from deformed safety pins,

That pierces most articles of mismatched clothing.

I am from a blanket of pillows,

They create a cotton blizzard in my living room.

I am from true homies,

Chillin’ in the compulsive laughter.

I am from the familiar taste of Ramen Noodles,   

Chicken, shrimp, and beef 100 cents for six.

I am from purple and red hair dye,

My hair soaks for thirty minutes then transformed.

I am from decaying bikes,

Rotting away by time in the backyard.

I am from idyllic memories,

Cleansed by envious black rain.

I am from lifeless deer,

Carelessly abandoned on State Road 446.

I am from sapphire nail polish,

Chips incrusted on my fingers and toes.

I am from wicked spits of Madrox and Monoxide,

Voices soothe my mind.

 I am from rainbow jelly bracelets,

Binding my pale wrist.

I am from metallic discs,

Unable to live stably without.

I am from my polluted shredded chucks,

Surprisingly still in one piece.

I am from the scent of sweet pea,

The silky fragrance flows into my nose.

I am from wide hips and thick thighs,

Defined by the highs and lows of curves and dips.

I am from twinkling glitter,

It annoyingly finds a home in every open gap.

I am from an unaccepted bizarre style,

Consistent stares of disgust and disappointment.

I am from unsure place at a hesitant time,

Wrapped up in everyone else’s concerns.