I am from dirty dishes,
from tide and downy.
I am from barbies with
clothes I made on my own
I am from cuts and scrapes,
jumping in the pile of rusted fall leaves
I am from a housewife grandmother
who doesn't know how to drive,
that took seven bullets from the man
I do not like to call grandpa
I am from the belligerent learners
and benevolent teachers who tried to help
I am from John 3:16,
the only verse I have memorized
I am from the single mother
who works full time
but had the time to help my rhyme when i was 9
I am from traumatic events,
9 months away from my family, living with
different strangers every month
I am from the teenage parents, who decided to have fun, and create me
I am from stretched money and from happy moments
that might seem normal to you.