Look under ur bed

I am from bleeding sharpies, 
From run down Nikes and Tumblr scrolling.
I am from the cloud-like mattress. 
(So squishy, so soft, I hate to leave it!)
I am from sturdy oaks, 
It's magnificence breathtaking.

I am from Blue Bell and brown eyes,
From Lowell and Chelsie.
I am from movie viewing and giggling bursts,
From 'Don't worry' and 'Good job'.
I am from I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, and Carry On My Wayward Son.

I'm from Lenaburg, enchiladas, and baked goods, 
From the nail hammered into my Dad's hand,
And sing-a-long Spice Girls car ride.
I am from these moments-
Embedded in my mind before I sprouted