Where Am I From?

The old, orange, non-ostentatious home of Florida

In the streets of the seaming, sweet Georgia

Finally retired to the cold, cramped Boston

Yet places can not confirm me

Of my true identity

I am from the sticky sunlight

That burns you to the touch

I am from the milky moon streams

That rounds all thoughts

I am the girl

Bursting her ears of confiant screams

Writing her anger and animosity

Laughing ambitiously

I am different

I am not just any American girl

I am estranged from all

So do not sort me

I transgress all formal order

Now ask again

Where I am from

I am not bound to any boundary

I am a reckless, relic spirit

From the love of the nineties

From the arms of my caring mother

On the feet of my fierce father

Dragged by the weight of feminuality

From the roots buried deep down

The Greeks

The British

The Scottish

Yet, I am

Only from me

*confiant = french word for confidence