I am the firstborn and lastborn daughter.
I am East and West.
I am Southern through and through.
I am dark skin with flexibly freaky feet.
I am clumsy and queasily inclined instinct.
I am short with full features,
I am surrounded by seesters.
I am lost language and broken tongues.
I am words endlessly flowing, outsprung.
I am quiet culture, curated intentionally over the years.
I am oft told history shared upon my youthfully eager ears.
I am longing for lost family that I will never know.
I am estrangement from those who wished I’d only ever go.
I am missing both him and her,
for reasons too complicatedly unfair.
I am, the only, and one of my many.
I am, broken and fulfilled.
I am, all around strong willed.
I am, wishes and wonderings.
I am, speechlessly suffering.
I am, seen clear through the hearts of others.
I am, pretty sure we ate our brothers.
I am, one half and two wholes.
I am, my unforeseeable goal.
I am the firstborn and lastborn daughter.
I am so thankful, like no other.
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