I am from a subdivision of woods and a lake,

from the people making doors clank the frame,

I am from a white feathery powder sitting on the lawn.

I am from a duplex where the neighbors band is heard,

from tires scratching the streets trying to beat the snow,

I am from a ocean blue playset outside.

I am from a family diverging,

from smothering paper with chicken scratch from a granite tip,

I am from a town where kids get ecstatic when snow falls.

I am from the people who care for me and treat me with kindness,

from the peers distracting me from my objectives, from football to homework,  

I am from the people trying to bring me down with their words.

I am from a family inside that duplex,

from the subdivision that treasures the teal,

I am from the town that clenches the woods and the lake.

I am from people trying to force negative energy on me,

from people opening the door and hearing, “I’m leaving, have a good life,”

I am from a town I can hear sounds of my name though the streets.

I am from a state known for the cold,

from a family that cares,

from a town known as my home.