For my people. My people. Those who live here

with me help me comfort me (and feed me)
when I think my world is falling apart.
They are there when I need them the most
Or even when I don’t need them at all.
They are always there. For me.

For my people! My guiding forces and my loving overlords
They are there in all their beauty grace power
love acceptance tolerance patience peace.
To me, I owe the highest honor and the highest
love. They are the reason I can live. And exist.

For my people… or rather for my person. This human
is like no other human! This person loves when
it is hard and is so hard-headed this person cannot
run without their head parallel to the floor. 
There is a goal mindset tunnel-visionary specificity
you say? Person will be there with their (exclusive) pompadour.
Much sooner than you.

For my people. They are the terrible twosome,
The horrible hellish hecklers! Loud and proud
Ladies walk like they jointly own the universe.
They love laugh live cry cute adorable slightly frustrating
Be not mistaken! Annoyance is not always the worst.
It comes with cuteness children child growing older. That now this!

For my people. Specifically for this person. I am amazing.
Not arrogant Not self-centered. Hard-working. Day and night.
I am only thinking of myself because I am very okay with
me. I love happiness peace God! A transcendently peaceful force.
Since the day. I was born. Leadership up front and center. Attention.

Very close attention, now, please:
We are not all the same person.
We do not reject technology because we are Catholic.
We are not all the same family.
We do not have a “steel trap” household in which
children come home at this time and play violin
because of my mother.

We are not all the same children.  
And most certainly. My siblings and I. are not. In any way shape or form.
Math geniuses because we are (half) Chinese.