i am from

I am from pictures of a glossy girl
With an unsoiled pillow from dry sobs.

I am from an empty trash can
Below an empty mouth
Connected to an empty stomach.

I am from the corpse who used to lurk in my closet
And the dog who was dead in my house.

I am from rapists and pedophiles,
Murderers and liars,
Gut-wrenching screams on cold lips.

I live in the cool earth
Beneath the cool grass
And the sun screams my name.

I belong to the present and the future,
Not the sun.

My head is held high.

My mind bears a crutch.