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I am from an “I Love You” kind of family,
a family where three words have the meaning of hundreds.
Hanging up the phone, leaving the house, “I love you.”
I am from a family where humans aren’t our only aspect,
but four dogs, four cats, and a snake compliment us.
Compliments are rare, but assumed.
I am from Parkview Lane,
where childhood football games led to touchdown friendships.
How I learned “family” doesn’t have to be family.
I am from glasses and a mohawk,
struggling to make friends in elementary school.
Stuck pretending, trying to convince others I was cool.
I am from desperate struggles,
to make me stand out,
like being disrespectful, and running my mouth.
I am from Wizards of Waverly Place,
Nickelodeon too,
after school I struggled to find something to do.
I am from WWE action figures,
learning my fighter’s favorite moves,
to giving them away when I found out it’s not true.
I am from gaming until 6 A.M.,
me and my brothers would play,
waking up at dinner time, ready to race.
I am from a family that loves me, with whatever they can,
where three words have the meaning of hundreds,
I love you.
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