Toxic

DANGER ALERT!!!

Crying. Pleading for help.

The cops just called and they have my parents up north. In the station, Sargent Walker asks what do I know? What do I know about the situation at hand? I am startled, I tell them to wait, to call me back, give me a moment to recollect my thoughts.

My thoughts. What thoughts? What situation? What police?

Crying. Pleading for help.

DANGER!! DANGER!! DANGER!!

How dare they? How could they? Did they really do that? Do this to me? Why me? Why my life?

I thought I had escasped. After a long day of work and school. I like to unwind, take a shower, reflect, and have tea time. But all that was disturbed, disturbed because of them.

It caught me off guard. I thought I had escaped the drama, the drama of my old life, the uncontained me, the reason I crafted a serenity in the first place.

I thought I had escaped it. But it was still calling me at after 9 in the night wanting to know what I knew about the situation.

My past. I had not escaped my past. I knew everything, but I knew nothing or I wanted to know nothing.

I no longer was that person who lived that toxic life with toxic people and toxic experiences.

But it still called me. So there was no escape. Toxic was built within me.

But was that who I truly was?

You can never escape your past. It can never be recreated, or completely ignored to the point of forgetting.

Forgetting I came from toxic. And toxic was calling me.

I wanted to forget, Forget the past, The past that had stifled my good, My peace, My best self.

Many times we grow a part from where we had originally been crafted, so much so that we never want to look back, we never want to remember or even go back to that place, the place you came from. Most times its only because we are scared though. We are not sure if we have truly grown or if we have just fitted in to the positive surrounding we have created. If so, then if we go back there we may still be toxic.

Made in Stony Hill. Made in Wireless Station. Made in Sal. Made in Dave. Made in Abuse. Made in Poverty. Made in Toxic.

That was where I was made, but that is not where I was exported.

My tag will always have where I was made, but where I am going is not always up to where I was made. My tag is simply a reminder that this is where I am from and there is simply nothing wrong with the fact that I was made there. My tag will keep me grounded and let me know that no matter how sereal reality may feel, my past will always take into consideration where I was made. My tag is not a bad thing, I can rip it out, especially when it becomes itchy, but I will always know where I was made.

Where I was made will not hold me back, but simply move me forward because, where I was made created a high export item needed globally.

And as we try to forget our past, we must remember that this is useless. The past will always be there and it is and will never go anywhere. It will call you sometimes in the middle of the night when you really were not for it or could have done without it. But it is yours. It is your past and you must own it. Answer it and allow your positive self to listen, to analyse, to speak and inspire.

It is not your burden, It is your built up. It is the reason you are who you are today, this very moment.

Made in toxic. But I am not toxic. You are not toxic. You are the you that you have chose to be exported to.