I am

I am from a mother of silky caramel skin and chocolate brown eyes.

A mother who gives me goosebumps every time she sings.

A hardworking mother filled with smiles, hope, and aid.

Who struggles with love. 

I am from a mother that I look up to; a mother that I love. 

 

I am from a father of radiant creamy skin and sky blue eyes.

A father who gives me the brightest smile on the darkest days.

A assertive father filled with power, strength, and determination.

Who struggles with loyalty to his children.

I am from a father that I love.

 

I am from a family that is way to large to be seated at most restaurants.

A family who bows their head before each mouthwatering meal.

A family tree that branches out in multiple directions, has black dead ends, and  vibrant leaves.

I am from a family built off of faith and divorced families.

Who struggles with communication constantly.

I am from a family that I love.

 

I am female.

I am a teenager.

I am student.

I am Puerto Rican.

I am Caucasian.

I am I am Serenity.

 

I am constantly told what I can and can not do.

I am the second child of six.

I am from a school filled with stereotypes.

I am from a broken up family.

I am fearful of what this life has in store for me.

I am Lee.

 

 

I am hard on myself.

I am battling extremely devious horrid demons on the daily.

I am petrified and restless.

I am a Christian who believes god has made me different from others.

I am bisexual.

I am Ehman.

 

 

I am struggling with acceptance.

I am unsure of faith.

I am missing my homeless mother.

I am disappointed in my  selfish father.

I am weak and even more restless than before.

I am unsure if my leaf is vibrant enough.

I am not alone.

I am Serenity Lee Ehman and I love me

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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