Compared to a lot of things around me. I come from a different world, a world within their world. A third world. I come from struggles From contentment Wonky neighbors, communities, and families.
Iβm a result of conflicts. Of trivial desires and strong feelings. Of a moment.
I originate from peaceful sights on Golden Beach From bustling streets with peculiar smells Sweltering summers and rain invested winters I originate from Red, White and Blue. From the lone star.
I am the effect of hard work. Of a fighter A single mother. The repercussion of strict rules. Respect branded in me Obedience molds my body.
I am an original stereotype, insanely mindful. I strive to forge new roads. I am conventionally unconventional I walk the unpaved jungle lighting my own way.
No matter where I go Thereβs one thing Iβll always for sure know
I come from a different world. A world within their world, a third world.
I will always have arms to return. A culture that is my own. A sense of self that is me.