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Am I?


I am a blonde haired, blue eyed white girl.

I am from rural America.

I am from the heart of the nation.

I am a God fearing woman.

I am the American dream.

 

Am I?

 

The sacred blood of my Native American ancestors runs hot through my veins.

The ancestry is so close that I can touch it. 

 

My grandmother was the love child of a gypsy and an injun.

I am the love child of a felon and a saint.

My grandmother was a woman with no boundaries.

I am a nomad stuck in my borders.

My grandmother was a dynamic woman, full of power, and strength.

I am a powerful woman, full of passion and faith.

My grandmother was a fearless woman.

I am a fearless woman. 

My grandmother gave life to children that could change the world.

 

My father is a man that could change the world.

I am the daughter of a man that could change the world. 

My father was born in the heart of the nation. Ohio.

I was born in the heart of the nation. Ohio.

My father hitch hiked from Fort Lauderdale, Florida to Bellefontaine, Ohio at 14.

I have only ever left for vacation.

My father is a spiritualist. He believes in positive vibes and good energy.

I am.. not so sure.. but there is one thing I will always believe and that is that

Heaven does not scare me

My father married and divorced a perfectly imperfect woman.

 

My mother is a perfectly imperfect woman.

I am one of her greatest accomplishments.

My mother is a God fearing woman.

I am a faithful woman.

My mother accepts me for who I am.

I am her gay daughter.

My mother supports all of my dreams.

I will be the only person in my family to attend college.

My mother is a single mom.

I am the child of a single mom.

My mother is a three time veteran in the war of divorce.

I am the child of a split family.

My mother is dead set on me never being a statistic. 

 

I am not a statistic.

I am a proud mixing pot of love and adventure.

I am from adversity and war.

I am from church pews and tarot cards.

I am from Small Town, Ohio. 

I am HannahJo Rose Grimes

I am the great granddaughter of Joseph Lamb

I am the granddaughter of Johanna Rump

I am the daughter of Anthony Grimes

I am the daughter of Kelley Worsham.

I am ME.

 

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cre8ivejuice
<p>WOW is this girl talented....Someone needs to water this girl and watch this writer bloom!</p>

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