Where I’m from
I’m from the iron and sweat, and the hot summers of which i was born.
I am from the bruises and cuts, the grass and mud that stains me.
From the late Friday nights that never last, that never seem to come to past.
I am the fire that burns bright to others, that maybe they catch flame.
The determination and grit that makes me who I am today.
I am nothing, nothing without these things.
These things that make me who I am today.