I come from Power Puff sheets and blankets,
Cracks in the streets and being scared of flushing toilets.
I come from New Jersey,
Heavy music at night, my family.
I come from shocking memories.
I come from smoky charcoal on Sunday,
I come from the corners.
I come from the belt being raised in the air,
whizzed.
I come from tears,
I come from threats.
And when I heard you died
I was hurt but showed no emotion.
When I heard you were gone, a huge hole
Dived deep into my heart.
When you died,
A recording of our memories came back to me.
When you died you were gone,
but never forgotten.
I come from you.
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