I am from running shoes
from adidas and saucony
I am from the suburbs
(quiet,lonely,
it sounded so isolated)
I am from the hibiscus
the stem before it
waiting to find its purpose in life.

I’m from the wealthy and poor
from mom and dad
both good, not bad
I’m from lawmakers and rule breakers
from get an A! and who needs school?
I’m from devoted Christian and constant doubts

I’m from Rositas and Marquez
beans and rice
from the permanent loss
a broken puzzle

Inside my head are faces
ones without a label
as they slowly fade away
so do their differences.
I am that knot
stuck between two ends
unsure of where to pull
separated by either side.