Poem: Turnabout

It’s hard to know where you’re from if you’re still finding out where you’re going – they say

to not forget your roots; they say that home is where the heart is; they say that a cliché is worth

its weight in gold of course, but I don’t believe in that kind of curse…we are all free to grow and

therefore free to be someone new. We don’t need anchors, we don’…