I am from living with people who aren’t my own, but learning to love them anyways
I am from learning who mom was after learning about dad
I am from apartments and renting homes, constantly leaving behind friends
I am from always having more than one mom and waiting all day to see dad
I am from “Knowledge is Power” and “F’s mean you didn’t try”
I am from being a product of a love that was color blind
I am from little houses and always being close to Nana
I am from cleaning Saturdays and church Sundays
I am from poofy hair and mismatch clothes
From bullies and tears
I am from spaghetti and lasagna dinners
I am from doing lots of dishes
I am from being the oldest,
from the shock of hearing that they found a tumor
I am from her saying “don’t cry, I’m okay”
I am from relying on dad now more than ever
From believing God would heal her to finding myself walking down the hallway of a funeral home
From crashing and burning, F’s now meant I had no reason to care…
From long dark sleepless nights with tears stinging my face
I am from the world is at my fingertips to crashing at my feet
I am from a gaping hole in my chest, never to be healed or mended
I am from overcoming and moving on
Never forgetting, but no longer dwelling
I am from a stepparent and an addition of two to my family
From a boy who loves my heart and soul with all he has
and me doing the same
I am from maybe, finally being okay