Reflection Poem by Viviana Helianos

In a country where only one child is allowed,
Is where I am born.
In a country where freedom is common,
Is where I am raised.

Throughout my years, I moved place to place.
From the beautiful Canyon to the humid Glades,
From thundering hurricanes to freezing blizzards.
Life is not easy

Bullying changed into crimes
Love turned into hatred
Naivety blossomed into knowledge

Gone is the girl with hatred in her heart
Gone is the girl who believed in everyone
Gone is the girl who hid
Gone is the girl who wanted to die

For what was learned, needs to be put to use
Loving those who need and want love
Helping those who need and want help
Comforting those who need and want comfort
Encouraging those who need and want encouragement
Listening to those who need and want someone to listen

This is where I'm from
This is who I am.