I Am From

by Line Rider

I am from the radio at night
I am from the people who look outside the window
And who look at the rubble

I am from the scent of joy and the taste of food
When evil collides with good you get gray
And when planes collide with buildings, you get terrorism

I am from death, life and thoughts, and the cookie jar,
That is on the counter and the video games in the garage
And I am from the philosophers and comedians

I am from the uninteresting interests of interesting idiots
And I am from whites, blacks, dogs and cats
And I am from where I am from.