Author: Calvin

“Where I’m From”

I am from jade,

from curry and porridge.

I am from the brick walls, dirty and cracking chipping to the floor.

I am from the dandelions,

the petals in the wind

I am from filial love

and compassion,

from Peggy 

and Choong and Cheung.

I am from the discipline

and kindness.

From dreams

and realities.

I am of no concrete belief.

Further description.

I’m from Brooklyn,

roti and tripe.

From the choice to move to America,

the birth of a family in a foreign place,

and the dreams of a family to see to fruition.

I am from playing outside the house, loving eyes watching from my home.