Where I'm From Poem
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.