ComplicatedA Poem by EJ FlorenceToday my senior students asked me Where’d you go to college? They figured out the timeline and they knew my second bachelor’s did not line up with the pictures of my travels I was caught. And for once in my life I would love If personal questions weren’t complicated. Where are you from? Well I grew up in Ohio but I live here now. Oh how was the move from Ohio to Rhode Island? Oh there were many steps I took between the Buckeye state and the coast. The place I liked most was Chicago. The wind tore through my preconceived notions like a Walgreens umbrella. What did you do for Christmas? Easter? Thanksgiving? New Years Day? Well my husband and I were home, on our own. Where’s your family? They don’t live here. Why is that? Well you see... We’re deconstructing from toxic family norms, Fundamentalist religion that takes on many forms Desperately needing distance We started our own thing How I wish these easy questions didn't engulf me With the emotional polar vortex That is complex ptsd So I lie. © 2022 EJ FlorenceAuthor's Note
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