I am from

The fall time when the cool crisp air fills my lungs. I am from skinned knees for sacrafising my body for eighty minutes. I am from teachers ignoring my bruises. I am from smelling the beer on her breath. I am from my grandmothers rough hands touching my face telling me how proud she is. I am from laughing until I cant breath, singing until people stare, falling only to get right back up. I am from people who break my heart but some who tickle my soul. I am from the stupid grin she gave me when she lied, because I can see her blood shot eyes. I am from going on a run on the poorly paved road with nothing but beautiful scenery and Dave Mathews. I am from sitting around a christmas tree stacking bugles on my fingers with my brother on the carpet. I am from crying when I see her headlights trough the foggy window as she drove away. I am from sunday afternoon football games, with a fire burning and the dogs barking because where all yelling at the tellevishion to run faster. I am from writing you a letter goodbye even though uit shattered my heart. I am from going on a long car ride for hours just to think. I am for same sex marriage because who's to say who where not allowed to love. I am from my stomach dropping when I see you and how im at loss of words. I am from clapping and danceing when I see Tara kick a soccer ball, thinking to myself how glad I am to be missing work. I am from tucking my my jersey even though my teamates make fun of me. I am from teachers telling me I cant do it, just because I learn alittle differently. I am from remembering the last time I saw you with your purple sweater and blue jeans, I wish we had more time. I am from always smileing becasue its too much energy to frown.