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.
I’m 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
There’s one thing I’ll 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.
