I’m from a house of seasonal smells; from autumn leaves, to pine cone trees, to summer breeze.
I’m from a little town called Columbia on busy 5th and Union where the sounds of sirens surround us.
I’m from a mom of many years and a step daddy after a few.
I’m from a couple of brothers and just one sister.
I’m from the lands of Ocean City Maryland with the waves that hit us.
I’m from fun games and silly play from back in the day.
I’m from watching music videos to learn to make my own.
I’m from my annoying little brother, always trying to top us.
I’m from writing in my journal because I never really had a fellow.
I’m from variety of tastes because my mom swore she was Rachael Ray.
I’m from looking up at the sky asking for forgiveness on my lies.
I’m from never knowing, but continuing to keep going.
I’m from putting others before me.
I’m from depression that taught me a very big lesson.
I’m from never letting go and saying to myself “ you got this for sho”.
I’m from a little big mouth that always liked to shout.
I’m from a girl that never was understood, but everyone seemed to know me.
I’m from learning to survive by myself because really, I have no one else.