That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet,
Though having a family name makes such a loving bond concrete.
For 18 years I resided under a roof of abuse and pain,
But through such struggle and homestead strife, a warrior I became.
I kept my family’s secrets. I told myself “be tough.”
Until I realized the fight was bigger than me, enough was finally enough.
Families come in shapes and sizes, no two exactly the same.
But the role of a family is to raise you up, and to that family, I dedicate my name.
Today I start anew, off to new heights I go,
Grandpa, I wish you could see me now.
I am a Serpico.
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Published by Lauren Olivia
Lauren grew up looking at life as a series of social experiments; fascinated by the capabilities of human thoughts, emotions and actions. She followed this path to Sacred Heart University, where she earned her Master’s degree in Community Psychology. She is currently a PhD student in the field of Research Psychology, planning her dissertation study on the topic of social media. As a way to get things out of her head and into the world, she developed “Out There Social.” Through consistency, passion, and genuine excitement, the blog grew from a cluster of ideas, to a digital database offering a view from outside of "the comfort zone."
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