I am from the sweet grape leaves
Growing in the backyard.
I am from the view of a tall oak tree
Sitting in the park.
I am from the burning smell of Clorox
And the purple sight of fabuloso
Used to clean all ‘round the house.
I’m from the Qur’an’s ear filling praise,
I’m from the water,
Family gathered swimming in the hot
But still cool summer sun.
I’m from rice and ground beef
With a little bit of seven seasoning
I’m from hanging on to rusty bars like trees
I’m from the mosquito bites
From the midnight air
From the front porch chilling with friends and family
I’m from the tears of my mother and father,
A surviving bud after all the others
I’m from the deaths of my late brothers and sisters
I’m from the blooming bud of her belly
I’m from the Mario bros series
Growing old but not yet wary
I’m from the intriguing kid
That sits in class and is fascinated.
I’m from the expectations of my parents
From my peers,
From my teachers,
From the surrounding world.
I’m from a happy yet hurt child
Loved, cherished, but never forgotten.