Written originally as a super rough English assignment, a response to Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon. Again, this is pretty sketchy so criticism is welcome!
I am from a fairy-tale,
Where mommy was a warrior and daddy was always there.
I am from puffy dreams of dancing,
sweat steamed mirrors and pink slippers of ballet
I am from a world of imagery and color,
of grass-stained knees and dirt filled nails
cartoons of innocence littering television,
without the pods and pads of technology.
I danced to the melody of the piano
to the angry screech of taps,
when blisters and corns were unheard of.
I'm from problems bubbling on the horizon,
A life of oblivious bliss
When letters in math resulted in double vision,
The jotted words of literature at my fingertips.
I am from the age of transition,
of metal brackets and flared jeans.
From four eyes reduced back to two
from a mouth of metal to slimy teeth
Trouble lured me near, afar I couldn't stay
Introducing the late nights of insomnia
and the stress of pliés and pirouettes
I live in a world of answers,
within the stroke of a keyboard
Of calloused feet and tilted hips
With hyper-extending legs that reach forever.
My life in the clutches of my mother's sacrificing hands
Of makeup and muscled thighs.
Passed the days of a princess,
My own warrior I've become.