BY: Brittany Davis, Ionia High School
I am from knives, from bleach and vinegar
I am from the couch that eats you every time you take a seat
Dim, quiet never really felt like home
I am from the giant blossom tree, the wilted rose in the dirty vase
I am from the loud laughter, loud fighting, from the strangers I do not know
I am from the loud parties, and the heavy drinking
From the “I will never leave you,” and the biggest lie ever told, “I love you”
From the getting up for church every morning pretending to be someone they are not.
I am from brokenness and pain
But I am from standing tall and living through it all.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Brittany Davis is a senior at Ionia High School and an editor of MIteen Writers.