Bring shovel, dig gold, American dream
yet not worth risk, no options promise you are safe, I worry
What happened to us, I thought…
Just for another moment, please, stay.
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I didn’t know how to feel about it. I was in a weird situation. I had done something and not even known it. This something that I did caused other people trouble, but I didn’t know that either. It wasn’t my fault, but what was my fault was asking my sister to take that video of my night terror.
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I wish I could send
But with no one to send to
I wish I could turn
Though the path is straight
I could remember
In a mind
With nothing to offer
I’m from countless hours of Bruce Springsteen’s songs, filling my ears with joy. I love to sing along with the songs, and stop with embarrassment as I see my brother and sister laughing because I sang the words wrong. They like to sing along too, but I don’t laugh when they mess up. The songs are way too good to interrupt.
I’m from the taste that never gets old, of Mike’s Sushi spicy tuna rolls. My dad and I share a look of contentment, each and every time we take a bite. There is no need to look at the menu when you always know what you want.
I’m from the waves of Flying Point Beach, good for whole days filled with smiles. Going to the beach used to be, ugh, I’m going to get sand in my pants. Now it’s just bad for my mom’s car.
Though I cherish all these things and places, I am always from wherever my family is. Even if it is the place I hate most, the place I am most scared from, or the place that I am most uncomfortable at, when I am with my family, none of that matters. I am from Bruce Springsteen, Mike’s Sushi spicy tuna roll, Flying Point Beach, and the baseball field, but I have been from my family for longer. I have been a Kohn for every second that I have been alive, and will be for all the rest.