I Am From

I am from a edgy city with a bad rep: Surrey.

From angry teenagers with spikes in their faces and resilience in their tears.

I am from fire and ice, like my father’s temperament.

I am from the deep sorrow that narrates my mother’s journeys.

I am from the hearts and hands of the young men I loved,

From the laughter and dreams of the women I adore.

I am from the heat and blood of another oceans people;

From stories lost in translation and words I no longer understand.

I’m from places I’ve yearned to call home though the name never fit.

I am from breath,
            From the air that carries me through life, that gives me strength to laugh, to love, to weep for my aches.

From a grimy suburb with broken faces, where dreams were all I had,
To a big city with bountiful lights, where dreams are all I have.  

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First assignment at George Brown, for Debra Joy's voice class. Based off a template, I am from _______, and _________, etc.

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