I Am
From
I am from the spirit, soul and
essence of God, travellers of the universe.
I am from Ken and Deena, a sperm
donation from Ralph, Jim and Vi, Lilyn and someone who remains
unknown.
I am from long, cold winters,
snow four feet high, and the northern lights of Western Canada.
I am from a mother's womb,
mistakes made, and consequences experienced.
I am from broken homes, shattered
dreams and jaws, chaos, powerlessness, and fear.
I am from alcoholism and a beer
never hurt no one... often.
From physical violence,
accusations, suspicions, and screaming so loud it could deafen the
dead.
I am from "children should be
seen and not heard." and "stop crying or I'll give you
something to cry about."
From low self-esteem and
self-worth based on visions of impossible perfection and physical
looks.
I am from intense disappointment,
deep rooted shame, and secrets we don't talk about.
I am from dirty laundry which was
the family clandestine knowledge and not something you hung outside
to air out.
I am from the shallow minds of
men, and the deep hearts of women.
I am from camping, dirt biking,
horseback riding, and spending nights under the intense stars while
wrapped in wool blankets and surrounded by the cold rocky mountain
air.
I am from Barbie dolls, Barbie
cars, and easy bake ovens overflowing with chocolaty gooey goodness
inside.
From homemakers and gatherers,
wranglers and hard workers toiling from dawn until dusk.
I am from a world where men are
men, and women obey lest they be put in their place with a sturdy
backhand.
I am from a
place where dreamers are nothing, and will never get anywhere as long
as their heads are in the clouds.
I am from survivors and fighters,
no matter the cost nor what obstacle may lie in their path.
From those who rise above all
else despite the depth of their despair.
I am from hope for a different
kind of future, and change beyond the imagination.
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