I am from wicked winters and sulky summers.

Blasting music ‘till my ears bleed,

struggling to escape this solitary suburb.

I am from a controlled culture,

if you aren’t a robot,

you’re a weirdo.

I am from two individuals

together teaching me what love looks like,

and how to work for what I desire.

I am from an uncomfortable carcass,

hiding behind the stern glare of

mystic, deep, blue eyes.

I am from the back roads,

slithering through the wavering terrain,

providing a break from the conformity of the village.

I am from a stagnant routine.

Like a bike that lost its tires,

I keep pedalling but I remain idle.

I am from a courageous mother,

a father with a brilliant mind,

and a family that has never let me down.

Will I always be from wicked winters and sulky summers,

blasting music ‘till my ears bleed,

Struggling to escape this solitary suburb?