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I am from Fisher Price cars with foot powered engines. Dolls with no hair, Barbies with no houses. I am from give it back! Give it here! Alex, no! Ni Ni, stop! I am from frost bitten rain and winter coats. I am from snow for Days. and Weeks. and Months. I am from North, East, South, and West. The Shinobi. The Lone Ranger. With Life dragging me in each direction, “Stay” is not in my vocabulary. I am from the Cool of The Bay And the Heat of The Valley. I am from Loud Mouths And Long Hair. Sarcasm and Activism. No one speaks for me. I am from a Cousin of Every Color, A Sister of Every Origin, A Brother of Every Nation. I am from the empty darkness of my room. I can do nothing but bask in its humidity. I am from nothing but the Hum of Music. The Tune of Music. The Sound of Music. I am from things unsaid. I am those unsaid things. I am from the beat of the drum, And a dance that will always conversate with me. I am from the Theater. From the Backdrop to the Stage. I am the dusted over glitter on the floor. I am the glisten of the lights above me. The Singer. The Actor. The Writer. I am the truest version of myself. And nothing will stop me. © 2015 Kendra Bowman
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
Where I'm From
I am from Fisher Price cars with foot powered engines. Dolls with no hair, Barbies with no houses. I am from give it back! Give it here! Alex, no! Ni Ni, stop! I am from frost bitten rain and winter coats. I am from snow for Days. and Weeks. and Months. I am from North, East, South, and West. The Shinobi. The Lone Ranger. With Life dragging me in each direction, “Stay” is not in my vocabulary. I am from the Cool of The Bay And the Heat of The Valley. I am from Loud Mouths And Long Hair. Sarcasm and Activism. No one speaks for me. I am from a Cousin of Every Color, A Sister of Every Origin, A Brother of Every Nation. I am from the empty darkness of my room. I can do nothing but bask in its humidity. I am from nothing but the Hum of Music. The Tune of Music. The Sound of Music. I am from things unsaid. I am those unsaid things. I am from the beat of the drum, And a dance that will always conversate with me. I am from the Theater. From the Backdrop to the Stage. I am the dusted over glitter on the floor. I am the glisten of the lights above me. The Singer. The Actor. The Writer. I am the truest version of myself. And nothing will stop me. © 2015 Kendra Bowman
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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