WhereI'mFrom
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Where I’m from babies are having babies, mothers are too strung out on all the drugs that grandparents have raised their teens.
I am from fire hoses and plumbing tools
From bleach and Dawn dish soap
I am from the pine trees, dirt pile and infamous mud puddle
I am from chives and bleeding hearts
I am from Grampa's reading and brown eyes
I am from Picture Frames
From Yankee Candles and febreeze Airspray
I am from the weeds growing under the deck
(tall, green, it tasted like celery)
I am from the Begonia semperflorens
the Gaillardia aristata,
The city of L.A
What’s so wrong about it you might say
Hollywood, Beverly Hills, the fame
No, it’s not all the same
What you see there is just an illusion
But nothing has come to a real conclusion
Where I'm From
I am from a small town,
from a place where everyone knows one another.
I am from a border town
