Where I Am From
I am from cherry blossoms and eternal hope for spring that always comes in its own time.
I am from riot grrrls and evergreen trees as big as you’ll ever see.
I am from fuck your fashion flannel shirt, this is to keep me warm.
I am from Protestant work ethic and self medication.
I am from science fiction and comic books aren’t for girls and screw your preconceptions.
I am from latch key kids and riding your bike miles with no adults around, tree forts and rope swings and how did we live to adulthood?
I am from Buddhism and Astrology, Catholicism and Lutheranism, the Golden Rule and actions speak louder than words.
I am from the train platform, the bus station, the airport, the gas station, the spot where we set out for our next great adventure.
I am from there is a template for this writing exercise and I couldn’t be bothered to read all of it let alone follow it.
I am from the land of high mountains and grey skies, damp chill and long, long summer days, winters where the green never dies.
I am from strawberries my grandfather picked with me after growing them in the soil he tended so well my whole life.
I am from men who build things, fix things and fight for what they believe in.
I am from women stronger and smarter than you, powerfully hard role models to live up to.
I am from places where I only sleep well if I can hear the traffic or the trains.
I am from revolutions, protests and riots, candlelight vigils and memorial marches, hands across America.
I am from an era where being different was king and still I was never the right kind of different.
I am from the edge where punk rock meets pop music and folk music shakes hands with soul.
I am from reading banned books and buying music for minors.
I am from putting aside my loneliness and pain to take time to listen to yours.
I am from white hat hackers and I’ll give you my money but you can keep your DRM.
I am from you can’t have sex on a stack of ereaders but I carry mine with me anyhow.
I am from sisters, both born and made.
I am from snickerdoodles, fattigman and lefse, mashed potatoes better than you’ve ever eaten and hamburgers that might break your teeth.
I am from the Monastery, the Underground, the Off Ramp and the Crocodile.
I am from if I could have dinner with anyone, living or dead, in all of history, I pick my mom and my sisters.
I am from music that transports you, transforms you and stays with you forever, even when its meaning changes for you.
I am from broken hearts and dashed dreams and princes who never showed up to rescue me. Where I am from girls don’t need rescuing anyway, besides you’d just do it wrong.
I am from an artist and a scientist, a carpenter and a cook.
I am from long childhood summer afternoons spent in the dark stock room of a shoe store imagining owning Nikes with every stripe color possible.
I am from if you build it they will come and when they don’t show up just keep building anyway.
I am from the more cousins you have, the more joy you have.
I am from stitching my own clothes for the satisfaction of it and to honor my grandmother every time I lay hand to cloth.
I am from writing poetry you’ll never see, scratching out thousands of words you may never read and never stopping because if I don’t pull this all out of my head it will make me (more) crazy.
I am from promising more than I can ever produce and trying to please you no matter what.
I am from far away, a place I can never show you, a place that no longer exists anywhere but inside me. My own homeland is lost to me and I never glimpsed the farther away homeland of my ancestors.