Where I'm From Poem

                                                                                                        Ulyssa Robledo

I am from children's toys ,

from dog hair and the smell of bacon in the morning.

I am from cold mornings and hot nights,

detergent and Clorox .

I am from black crows,

the cherry tree

whose long gone

limbs I remember

as if they were my own.

I’m from barbecues and spring breaks in Vegas,

from loud sneezes and annoying cries .

I’m from playing outside till dark,

and from loud music filling the house.

I’m from sit down and be quite,

from ghost tales, and from 4th of July fireworks.

I’m from Salinas, Mexico, corn and tortillas.

From smashed finger nails

to blood everywhere

during family gatherings.

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