Where I’m From:
I’m from the color outside of the lines,
the spilled orange juice,
and sunny-rainy days in the summer.
I am tied to early flourishes of color in the morning,
the collection of nothing-special-rocks
and the growing obsession of super heroes.
I’m breaking away from the fluffy dresses to church,
the reading of prescribed pages for class-reading books
and the yearning to be good at things I will never be good at.
I am growing into something uncharted and foreign,
something I think I like,
like spicy food that you can’t really handle,
but tastes great.
I am from not that “you’re all special” crud,
I am from the the side of town
that no one cared to chart,
because it is ever expanding,
like the clouds on a rainy day.
No one ever bothered to figure me out,
including me.
I even surprise myself,
lucky me.
I am from a place where you are never bored.