I was born in

the land of self resentment

raised in magazines

diet fads

wads of tissue

body issues

muddled images

manifested by models

consuming oxygen

omitting outlandish

expectations

to be a size smaller

larger

shorter

taller

I was a stranger in my skin

a rental home

temporary establishment

vacant

awkward

too much space between bones

I still don't have a home

but I'm getting there

a guest of my own gut

regaining the glow I lost

attempting to be thin

trying to fit in

trying to win

with the hand I was delt

filled with fibs and

flattered with

every remark

I'm working on

rebuilding the walls

we wrecked

trying to maintain

the frame of

a broomstick

a candle wick

I used to knaw on the

support beams to my own

soul to keep my stomach

from giving it away

that I was never

effortless

I'm learning to fix

chipped paint

repair shattered glass

glue broken bitterness

back into bite sized pieces

and swallow them like strawberries

allowing myself

to enjoy their sweetness

maybe one day I'll beat this

and find my to the home

of my own skin

I come from a place of memory

A world which floats on clouds

Of innocence

Imagination

Old-time securities

There, times were better than today

A world of carefree play

Where people cared

Shared

Thought in a better way

Nowadays, home is a desperate place

Running a constant

Empty race

A furious pace of nothingness

It is not the home of my innocence

But a shadow

Cast

By the light of youthful ignorance

The light of memory's myth

I am originally from Liverpool in what was Lancashire, in England. I was dragged howling into this sorry world on July 24th 1952.

My fractured family consisted of my Mother, Kathleen, and my Father, George, and I might add that never before or since have two people, gifted with a distinct hatred of one another, been joined in wedlock.

At some point in their unfortunate pairing I was produced, sent no doubt by the Lord Above to add to their misery.

Now, many years later you find me alone, save for my adopted family, living within the quarters of a former home of Beatrix Potter, where I eke out an existence of sorts.

I am housed in a simple, single room as part of Staff Quarters. I am thus happy to announce that since my childhood, the sum total of all my worth has increased to sixteen shillings and five pence.

I desperately cling to the illusion that one day I might earn a living as a writer of sorts, though I'm afraid to report that this candle of hope burns ever lower as each day ends.

Regardless of outcome, I am happy, hopeful and haphazard, and will remain so as long as my candle burns.

I've never moved not even houses.

I have lived in the same house since I was born.

Never changed schools,

And all this is in,

dry hot Arizona,

Even though, it's my home so I love it, it's where I grew up,

It is part of me I've had family and friends come and go, but my home and life has never changed.

It always been there and until we leave but I will always love it.

When I do leave i will always remember everything, every little detail of my life and home.

The place I have come to love and cherish, my child hood memories,

HOME.<3

"I lived most of my in a little place called Bolair WVa

with my grandmother

I grew up with a dish pan for washing dishes

a wash pan and galvanized tub for bathing

I used the outhouse

a five gallon galvanized bucket for carrying water

that I drank from a dipper

I carried ashes In a bucket

and used the same bucket for coal to fuel the stove.

I live in a house In Tenn

with my husband

I have two bathrooms and a kitchen with running water

I drink from a glass.