I am from music,
from the old and the new.
I am from the paint chipped house on the corner.
I am from the deep red roses of the garden.
I am from singing and dark hair,
from Sergio and Jessyka and the Heredias.
I am from the drunks and the broken.
From it’s a good thing you're smart and that’s not good enough .
I am from the catholics. The ones that don’t practice their religion.
I'm from Mexico, salsa and enchiladas.
From the fights, the divorces, and the broken love.
I am from the pictures hidden in a box not to be seen but only once in awhile.