Where are you from?!

Alabama is where I live. Born an raised by parents who are hippies, flower children an old souls. Grateful for the things they did for us siblings and loved life like it was our last days. Poverty, struggling, starving and etc. I never did complain about a thing as I seen happiness in my scene.

I'm from the heart. Iowa is where I made my start.
Waves a green, plenty of trees, corn, cows, hornets and bees.
Small farm town, quiet inner city.
From the wealthy farmland, to the dirty gritty.
Only child raised without pitty.
I'm as dysfunctional as the next
But my homeland will never be vexed.

I'm from Long Island, N.Y, suburbia metropolis, home of the docks, concreted mazes of blocks flustered of drug spots,harbored glocks and pigon flocks,sunny summers, snowy winters, rum swigging bums swindeling, their haven is the train station neighboring bodegas. Fiends hawking the prowling dark for big green schemes amidst the beautiful ugly city.

In Scotland I was born and bred
Where whiskey wets a new born head
A monster holds her court up at loch ness
Where men with kilts play pipes and drums
To welcome new year as it comes
The pawns in Britain's marathon of chess
The shortbread tin and rabbie burns
A thistle track for haggis runs
All symbols of a land that I don't know
Reality was hunger pangs
Slum landlords mixed With razor gangs
The river Clyde's dark suicidal flow
Still here is where they know my name
Nowhere on earth is quite the same
An artery of Glasgow's bloody heart
It has its own distinctive smell
The bird the tree the fish the bell
Its where I live but not quite where I'm at

Born and raised in the USA
On the shores of the Massachusetts Bay
Scituate my hometown
Where I grew up by the ocean sounds
Was married for three years
Living in Middleboro with silent tears
Now on the edge of Cape Cod
I'm a survivor by the grace of God
But I'm also here on MPS
Writing of my life's experience

I was born in a time of void
where self adulation and gratification
take hold
long gone is value and pride
now alone it wallows inside
I was born
where romance and love waits for a chance
but seldom is seen
in a world that's turned mean


  • LittleGift

    Wow I have missed a lot. Lovely to read of people’s roots. My parents were hippies too. Chinese, Scottish and Irish decent for me.
    My parents lived in the U.K. and France. I have enjoyed quite a multi culture

    Great idea here bringing us all together a little more :)

    • marlenawood

      Ahhh hippies love it got to love it love

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