I was raised to be myself.
The walls dripped with support,
to grow up in a house where laughter echoed through
shaking the foundation.
I was raised to respect oneself.
Not taking crap from anyone,
Even though that one is still hard to accept.
I was raised in a house where love was my example.
It was more likely that I would come downstairs and find my parents making out,
This is normal.
But it's not.
My friends would often talk about their parents,
threats of divorce, or their arguing all night.
This was their normal,
and it was foreign to me.