I Am From
I come from a red, short two-story brick house
on a long, cramped road
in the middle of a city.
I come from a welcome mat covered in snowy footprints,
a doorway that invited in a young couple, just married.
I come from a simple life,
with the smells of cookies and pre-made dinners
in the oven.
I come from the rushing schedule
of anxious kids, different sports, and too many friends to count.
I come from the greenest backyard,
with the fanciest toys,
the most parties.
I come from the festive decorations,
and Barbie dolls in the basement.
I come from tear-filled struggles,
But most importantly, I come from
and the only place I wished to grow up.
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