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
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