Where
are you from?
I am from foreign countries.
From not knowing the
language, to never shutting up.
To “Everyone out of the van.
It’s the only bathroom break for the next five hours.”
I am from Family Night
traditions.
From candy land and Cranium
Brain Breaker.
To “It’s MOVIE night!
Everyone in the study!”
I am from deceivingly bad
smells in the kitchen.
From Tuesday night Tacos, and
Sunday Night Jambalaya.
To weekly outings to Chino, or
sometimes “No eating out, I’m on a diet this week.”
I am from a divided-family.
From Tar-heels VS. Wolves
To “I'm a Tar Heel born. I'm a Tar Heel
bred. And when I die I'll be a Tar Heel
dead. So it's rah rah Carolina-lina.
Rah rah Carolina-lina. Rah rah Carolina-lina--rah rah rah!”
I am from a big family.
From big meals and big get together,
from big love to big people.
To, “It’s so glad to see you,
Valerie. Your so big!” to “I’m Marybeth not Valerie.”
I am from the Eagles.
From eagles to flying in the
knight.
To “Hey, Your Valerie’s
little sister.”
I am from an obsessed
generation.
From makeup tutorials, slutty
dresses, boy bands and you tubers.
To “Hey, did you see
xbeautywithkatiex’s new video last night? She totally looked cute in it.”
I am from Justin Bieber and
Selena Gomez.
From Michael Jackson being
the King of pop, to Justin Bieber trying to hard.
To, “As Long as you love me,
we can be starving, we can be poor.”
I am from a slacking
generation.
From being too lazy to work,
or too tired to complete a night’s homework.
To, “I am too tired to work.
Please go over for me!”
I am from a looked obsessed
generation.
From too skinny models, to
people becoming famous for being 200 pounds.
To “I look so fat in that
picture! Redo it! Suck it in ladies, suck it in.”
