From The Sequoia Trees

I’m from a huge backyard with green grass and a big playground.

From an orange kitchen,

That always smelled like food and Pinesol.

I am from late night car crashes, screams, and dogs barking,

Proving how unsafe the night is.

I’m from my nina and my mom,

Who each gave me courage to face the world everyday.

I am from my mother’s “cuando tenia tu edad” and “como el dicho dice”,

To learn the lessons and experiences she went through.

I am from la chancla, el cinturon, and la escoba,

Every time I did something wrong.

I am from a group of friends,

I hold very dear to my heart.

I am from loud metal music,

That covered my ears to block my parents endless loud arguments and insults.

I am from fake and genuine smiles,

From sobs, broken hearts, a warm soul, and excessive laughter.

I am from a shy heart but a courageous soul,

From a generation of giant sequoia trees.

But I’m just merely a tiny sprout,

Waiting for my branches to bloom with memories, lessons, and experiences.