I come from the basketball court and the field hockey field; teamwork learned and friends made, the athlete.
I come from the neighborhood woods, make believe; children lost at thought, imagining.
I come from a youth of complete silence, eyes brimming with skepticism at each encounter, the shy one.
I come from the alternate universe of plaid skirts and collared shirts, masking my eyes from the world that surrounded me, the naive.
I come from our school chapel each Wednesday, but church-less Sundays; the outlier.
I come from the small town that launched itself into national headlines in August, the controversy.
I come from a world across the sea, hugged all around by its green blanket, protecting its country from the cold corruption, the Ukrainian.
I come from a family who extends and extends further than any green coated field; loving for the heart that was placed inside me, not for the blood that runs through me, a Guthrie.