Flashback to A Poem Written from My High School Days
Written by Bethany Curee, God’s Daughter – Freckled & Free

I am from freckles⁠—
from blue eyes and strong hands.

I am from puddles of mud⁠—
dark, dirty and tasty like filth.

I am from oak trees⁠—
and the clematis;
whose smell still lingers
in my nose.

I am from carrot cake and drawing pads⁠—
from Mike and Kim.

I am from the hand-me-downs⁠—
and the self-conscious world.

From the “Jess, Vanna, Beth, Tiff⁠—
whoever you are!”

I am from around the wall⁠—
six times untouched⁠.
And twenty cartwheels across the yard.

I am from Fayetteville and Goshen⁠—
fresh salads and steaks.

From the womb of my mother⁠—
losing her innocence.
The life my Father gave up to live for God.

On my shelf was my journals⁠—
filled with childish stories;
old memories forgotten.

I am older now⁠—
my childhood now traded,
for the endless journey of growing up.

Written by Bethany Curee, God’s Daughter – Freckled & Free