I am from Eastern Europe.
Brownstone and Komet
Jacobson and Kramer.
The blood in these veins
is the blood from the
Holocaust,
Those lucky enough to escape.

I was created through a series of
genetics and discrepancies
that lay upon my
Chromosomes.

Scars on my chest
yellowish skin that needed light
to whiten.
From brown hair brown eyes
red cheeks
long fingers.

From the pretense of
being first in line
To being stubborn
in all the wrong ways.

I am from Neverland
leader of the Lost Boys
I prefer a knife to a sword,
and a sword to a gun.
Though I abhor violence.

I am from oblivion, coming back
because I didn’t want
to go alone.

I am guided by a spirit
One who stands beside me,
through it all.

Twin soul to an angel,
fear of the dark.

I am from countless brave
people their blood is in
my veins.
I am from a snowstorm
and a sunless day
but still bright enough to see in.

I am from love and hate,
Shame and pride.

I am from magic and life.

I am from nowhere and
everywhere.

I am from

This blood in my veins.