“I Am From” poem

I am from calloused hands holding reins
Hours of time spent cleaning stalls
Dirty boots and Wrangler jeans.
Cowboy hats, cheap hairspray and glittery outfits.

I am from being stepped on
Getting thrown into the dirt
Laying,
Wishing I was hurt so I didn’t have to get back on.

I am from a confident mother
What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger,
Leave your barn boots outside!
I’m glad you like horses and not crack.

I am from couch forts,
Backyard Igloos and couches made of snow,
Front yard leaf piles,
Sledding at the park after school.

I am from comet powder in the bathtub,
Sorted laundry baskets,
Keys left hanging in the lock,
A brown garage with a squeaky door.

I am from a unique family,
Video taped Christmas skits,
Grease, The Wizard of Oz.
Wacky, loud Aunts and Uncles
Tossing biscuits at Thanksgiving dinner.

I am from famous trainers,
One’s who complimented,
And those that didn’t,
One’s who recognized my talents,
And those that didn’t.

I am from an inspiring 8^th grade teacher,
Who wanted me to teach math
But I want to teach English,
He said he didn’t want me to cross over
To the dark side -
I told him that it’s just a part of who I am.