Where I Come From

My father,
Humorous and loving,
Tends to blame the victim
When he knows it’s his faults
But he doesn’t like to admit them.
Though,
He tends to
Make things better
By talking things out
Until peace is restored.
That is my father
Who is also like me.

My mother,
Sensitive and nurturing,
Tends to worry all the time—-
Even little things in the world
When she knows it’s not healthy.
Though,
She manages
To be strong for people
Who love and need her most,
Despite how she struggles so much.
That is my mother
Who is also like me.

My sister,
Creative and strong,
Tends to be hard on herself
While being scared of the world
Despite how powerful she appears.
Though,
She’s quick,
When it comes to tasks
While making things perfect
For which she desires the most.
That is my sister
Who is also like me.

For years,
I know who I am
From watching my family
And learned how to connect,
Despite how I hate the flaws in me.
Though,
My family
Do not dictate me
Because I make it my own
While I keep exploring myself.
This is who I am—-
Where I come from.

I hope you enjoy the poem I have written for you. At first, I was never, but then I decided that I should since I'm long overdue with my blog post. Stay up-to-date for any story, poem, or updates that I have in store for you. Until then, take care and have a great day!