I am from a PINK aesthetic universe,

from Vaseline and Lotion.

I am from the projects where the elevators are full of piss. The place where you have to look over your shoulders before you walking in.

I am from the ground you know where tulips blossoms

with the natural spring colors.

I am from a foster system that allows kids to feel abandon

and left out,

from Lorraine

and Harry and Artlethia.

I am from the do as I say

and not as a do.

From the your head is so big

and your body is too slim.

I am from the go to church on Sunday’s

and get drunk or go crazy on Saturday’s.

Everyone is distance and not even holidays can fill the gaps in.

I’m from Brooklyn, New York ,

where we eat ravioli in a can or cups of noodles for dinner.

From the crack epidemic,

the red eyes and carried around crack pipe,

and the family where all my siblings can say they were in the foster system.

I am from Brownsville where we stand as one and fight those who go against us.