Author: wyatt likes pizza and isn't three

Pizza is for me
I ain’t three, I slap my knee
Pizza is for me

My mom is not what other moms are like,
She fights for anything
She’s like a mean mutt coming to fight
She is a sweet butterfly
Then, when you’re on her bad side she’s the scariest guy
If you lie

My dad is rad
He’s a cool lad
Laugh! Laugh!
Why not laugh?
It might be the last half

My dog is a frog
Bounce bounce around the house
Dog balls here, dog balls there
Toys are everywhere.

I am from the sheets,
scattered through my soft warm bed.
I am from the most important meal,
changing every single day.
I am from a brush and pencil,
taking time out of art class.
I am from the black screen of my profile,
saying see you later.
I am from a walk through destructive halls,
filled with monsters.
Bumping and pushing and tripping and shoving,
Screaming and yelling and whispering and shouting.

Green long leaves flowing in the wind,
Curving over me,
Protecting me,
Shading me from the sun,
My hide away,
My climb away,
The sweet smell of nature,
My safe place,
This is my home.

I step outside, away from hectic days.
I step outside to the misty haze.
I walk around as smells fill the air.
I smell lavender and rose.
I see a thousand fireflies painting the sky.
I hear the buzz of bees and crickets chirping.
I feel calm, peaceful, happy.
I sit on the dew-filled grass.
I watch the little blue birds fly across my eyes.
I walk around on the moist dirt.
I see the white archway filled with moss.
I see a rainbow of flowers.
I feel the wind pass by.
I see the squirrels feasting on acorns.
I see the sky turn from blue to a brilliant gold.
I hear the raindrops fall.
I feel the heavenly water hitting my head.
I am home.
I’ve traveled the world
but never have I seen a place this beautiful.
Even as the years pass, even as the seasons change
I will never forget,
Nature’s Garden.

I am from a messy crate on our counter
I am from baby bites that I still ate when I was two
I am from a white and blue house
I am from warm white brick
I am from a big autumn tree that I always pass by
I am from orange and yellow leaves that fall slowly on the ground
I am from a playroom full of toys
I am from the Pardue’s and Glass’s
I am from an Oklahoma town but yet a city
I am from a God full of power
I am from warm pasta and pizza
I am from the old grounds of Wisconsin
I am from long car rides and road trips
I am from a place that holds wonder and happiness in Disney World
I am from siblings who fight non-stop
I am from a life of Goldens
I am from a red-and-white team
I am from a dark muddy soccer field
I am from everything I became
I am from my parents hugs and kisses
I am from warm summer days
But where are you from?

I’m from a single mom,
Crying when I had to leave her.
I am from a nice house,
which felt like a sad home
that ended up into a broken home.
I’m from something special,
I’m from mom to dad,
Never knowing where to go.
I’m from Never Getting a break,
Always questioning: ‘’Will I be at Mom’s, or will I be at Dad’s’’.
Alway will be going house to house.

I’m from the hammock outside that no one uses,
From my stuffed animals from before I can remember,
I am from a cozy suburban home to a cramped apartment,
I am from my orange cat that died so long ago,
From my name I am so proud of,
I am from my grandparents who left Mexico just so we could have a better life,
I am from the sound of my dad hitting pool balls playing all by himself,
And I am forever from the love of my family.

I’m from the smell of green green grass,
And baseballs, footballs,
Basketballs, tennis balls, and soccer balls.

The taste of concrete and the pain of a scrape on the street.
The burning sensation when you’re running
On the street with no shoes.

The excitement that fills the air before a game,
The pain of losing,
And the happiness of winning.

The big tree that I rest under
After a game with friends,
Or when you’re forced out of the house
To play with others.

I used to do gymnastics,
but now I dance.
I used to be in elementary school,
but now I am in middle school.
I used to play toys with my sister,
now she’s about to leave and go to college.
I used to have blonde curly hair,
but now I have brown wavy hair.
I used to eat baby food,
but now I eat normal food.
I used to have one dog and one cat,
but now I just have two dogs.
I used to have a lot of things,
but now they have all changed.