I come from a family that left a life behind,
that chose to start over.
A family of immigrants
I come from a line of women with strong opinions.
Women who get shit done,
and speak our minds.
I come from a place where the sun always shines
and the breeze always blows.
A place covered in palm trees,
where the water sparkles,
and most of the people are retired.
I know you’ve never seen anything like me.
But does that mean I owe you the full explanation
of where I’m from?
I’m cut from cloth you can’t even imagine.