I am from Sunday School
The Golden Rule
From fidget spinners are cool
And late nights at school
I am from sports camps
Family camps
McDonald's with friends
From a sister that's rude
But never throws hands
I'm from a daily work of splitting wood
And sleeping whenever I could
From waking up with an aching back
Picking apples
Making deer crack
I'm from nicknames like mole
I love digging holes
From stolen shoes
And broken phones
Stupid boys
LEAVE ME ALONE
I'm from parents who smoke
Who drink
And having my dads feet
That always stink
From stereotypes of loving pink
Because I'm a girl
"I never think"