I am from two people in love
who met like a fairy tail.
I am from a stubborn family
who won’t admit their faults.

I am from the bass chords of Flee,
and the sad lyrics of Witt Lowry.
I am from the hype of Logic,
and the chill spell of Blackbear.

I am from the sandy shores of Scripps
and the glacial fingerprints of Delafield
(the lakes I’ve spent days on).
I am from busy boardwalks
and snow covered sidewalks. 

I am from stinky, smelly pads
and grass-stained uniforms.
I am from dirt-covered mouthguards
and ripped gloves, cleats, and shoulderpads.

I am from bruised forearms

and battered shins. 
I am from LAX hacks
and facemasks.

I am from the uncomfortable seats
and 20 minute sermons.
I am from fun services like weddings
and the melancholy services of funerals.

I am from others past

and my future.
I am from two people in love
and I am more than a son.
I am from a stubborn family
and trying to admit my faults.