I am art.

I am music streaming from the crack of my bedroom door

I am the filled sketchbooks that pile to no end and overflow every drawer

I am the photographs that cover my bedroom walls and

The countless hours spent on my piano seat

I am Music.

I am a Kokkola.

I am my fathers eyes and

My mothers warm skin

I am my grandmothers split pea soup on Christmas and

sore winner of every Scrabble game.

I am a sister.

I am the peace to every fight and

the sitter of basketball bleachers, and hot summer football games.

I am a runner.

Countless hours in the rain or heat, I go.

I am a crosser of finish lines

I am a lover of the rush.

I am Me.

I am a Dreamer.

I am a Lover.

I am Hannah

This poem is about: 
My family


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