Identity Poem (Untitled)
I am from the meadows and lonely moors, from sunshine and rain.
I am from the vast library of pasts and future dreams.
I am from the the lavender waves, the blood red roses.
I am from books and dry wit, lawyers and teachers and wanderers.
I am from individual peculiarity and family unity,
From the stories of war times and peace times.
I am from cynicism and faith, contradictory yet co-existing.
I’m from all over the world, of diverse cultures and planes and languages.
I am from boxes of fading photographs and ancient records,
The family stories, handed down from generations.
I am all these, and myself as well.
©Alexis Lozano, http://themagickbox.wordpress.com/
*note to self: Oh wow! look! it actually posted! 
I really like the tone & mood you set for this, as well as the diversity encompassed, and the sense of history
kvwordsmith
April 22, 2008 at 5:41 pm
Standing ovation Alexis. We have you posting. And I am so glad we have succeeded because this is a wonderful, beautifully assertive post. Bravo!
Heather Blakey
April 22, 2008 at 10:34 pm
“…I am from the the lavender waves, the blood red roses….”
You’ve painted a vibrant image of yourself with words. Well done.
Lori
April 23, 2008 at 5:43 pm