Poetry In My Dreams

" Where are you from?"

"Where I'm from?"

I'm from pancake breakfasts where there are as many people as there are fixings.

From a million soccer games played, a million games lost and not a single regret or sign of stopping anytime soon.

From wearing the same shoes for over five years cause I just couldn't seem to grow.

From being the rust of the pack despite being the eldest.

From never being allowed to stop.

From never letting myself stop.

From never actually using the front door because that's too easy.

From running around the neighbors house and hopping the fence to get to the back door.

From high expectations of being the only girl.

From proving myself constantly .

From never getting the recognition.

From the pain of forever living with a hidden disability.

From suffering in silence and crying in the closet.

From coming out of the closet bearing a rainbow flag .

From the loud and proud of my new chosen family.

From the shadows that still follow.

From the stairs burning holes in the back of my head when I DARE to be myself in public as if my existence is a crime.

From being cat called to being the f slur minutes later.

From somehow living throw all the dark times and the others to come.

From a tiny overpriced rent apartment with four other faces in one mirror.

From camping in the backyard to Paris bound flights.

From sitting quietly, to screaming for my basic rights as a human.

From three years done and 4 more to go before the chance at a PHD.

From unattainable dreams .

From defining the boundaries of the unattainable.

From the first interest.

From a billion hobbies.

From no time.

From no breaks.

From never letting myself stop.

From fighting to the very end.

From pressure and fire.

 And despite of "where I'm from",  I will live.