I am from
Pelles and North Faces
I am from a high altitude but I was raised in the Boogie Down
I am from the sidewalks, cracked by roots from trees
the squirrels live in
I am from consistently good potato salad on thanksgiving
and family that I don’t always see eye to eye but still coexist with.
I am from the tendency to overthink
and end up doing nothing
From being told to sit still
and to keep going still
I am from Catholic school and mass
But I’m also from a place where loving your neighbor is hard sometimes
I’m from Ecuador,
From ceviche and empanadas
From the hard work of an orphan who left a lot to show for it,
from the patience
and care his daughter has raised me with
I am from long flights with mom and grandma,
That got me where I’m from to where I’m from
I am from the stars
From the universe and beyond.
I am from the jungle.
I am from the cooksonia, the first
I am from the battle
and the deceitfulness from Ali and Allison and the vassel’s
I am from the war and emptiness,
From never being like him
and preventing the cycle.
I am from the agnostic.
One who wants to further expand their knowledge, in the belief that the norms are untrue.
I’m from the Caribbean, residing in the home of the big apple,
Jerk and Crawfish.
From the agony the father caused, constantly abusing his family,
the trauma he left as his legacy
and the unguided child that has taken in the wrong mindset.
I am from Florida, watched by the monsters that rule the lake,
Who claim their territory and wait for their prey.
I am from school uniforms,
from maple syrup mornings and paper bag lunches.
I am from grass covered feet and swimming pool days.
I am from the front yard dandelions,
the back yard weeds.
I am from Dr. Seuss stories
and green eyes,
from Tracy and John and Ella.
I am from big brothers
and piano serenades.
From car seat karaoke
and cousin talent shows.
I am from Wednesday ashes
and face washes.
I’m from fields of green I’ve not seen.
from St. Patrick’s day feasts and chocolate cupcakes.
From summer fires on the beach,
the sand crabs, the sunburns, and long drives home.
I am from bookshelf photo albums and birthday wishes of happy returns.
I am from my Abuelita,
From where bachata is heard far and wide,
I am from a land that shimmers like gold,
Where the sun glimmers ,
Touching the nation and sea year round.
I am from the beach,
As the sand sweeps between our feet, while the saltwater
Splashes against the heat.
I am from the Guira and Guitarra
The soothing rhythmic beats that make up our hearts.
Even the roosters sing and have their part.
I am from Tres leches
The only place where one kind of milk isn’t enough,
For our cakes
I am from the land of the Lord,
Where we give praises everyday
With family and grace..
I am from the Dominican Republic,
From Queso frito to caramel cakes.
Our foods unite us and who we strive to be
I am from the love that keep us together
Through joy and tragedy.
Gods got us, fully.
For he only is my rock and my salvation,
I am from 50 cent chips from the corner store ,
from big buildings and cars.
I am from the childhood memory apartment, fun, big, loud.
I am from the red roses, pink carnations, sun the representation of love.
I am from annual family cookouts and thick hair
From Daddy and Mommy.
I am from the caring for people like grandma and my love for music like Daddy
From “You look just like your Mom ” and “You play music just like your Dad”.
I am from Christianity believing in Jesus Christ
I am from Brooklyn New York and North Carolina , sweet potato pie and fried chicken
From the time my parents met , the passing of my grandmother
I am from a place where everyone looks out for each other.