I am from a court,
from bouncing balls and broken belief.
I am from the falling rain crashing
onto the pavement.
I am from a mountain,
looking up and growing.
I’m from Mom’s shoulders,
as she carries me through life.
From her grilled cheeses and helping me
I’m from laughter
I’m from family I chose.
I am from a week of broken bones.
A week where my sister, brother, and I had injuries.
I am from nicknames:
Snowflake, Jake the Snake, and Wint?
I am from the Marquette games.
I am from the a pumpkin
as the weight crushes me.
I’m from lectures,
trying to fall asleep, playing Madden on my phone.
I’m from the analysts
screaming on ESPN.
I’m from my heart
because I know what’s right and wrong.
From the Golden Rule and sharing,
from not trying drugs and not fighting.
I am from a time
where there were no responsibilities.
I am from the snow,
nipping at noses and cheeks.
I am from the fear of what’s next
and what my future has in store.
I am from love
and the care that follows.
From the brownies and cookies Mom makes
and the appreciation she deserves.
In my room I have my baby blanket
as if they just happened.
I am from these memories.
I am from a court.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.