Where are you from?

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,
who dream,
take risks,
seek adventure,
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.

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