Where I'm From
I’m from rain and green nail polish
Headphones and semicolons,
Paperbacks and T-shirts,
Crinkled notebooks
I’m from crosses, bells and choirs,
Two parents and two brothers,
Piano keys and hymnals,
Joyful mornings
I’m from guilty tears and secrets,
And hidden skepticism,
Faith refined through fire,
Conflicting voices
I’m from spinal curvature and glasses,
Parties and pointless laughter,
Quirks and jerky movements,
Awkward moments
I’m from daydreams, quiet corners,
And left-off conversations,
The two left feet of introversion,
And fourteen years' disorientation
