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