Where I am from

Where I’m from

I am from baseball fields,

From screaming crowds and concession stands 

I am from the corner house with the welcome matt 

(shouting , running

it tasted like sharing the same identity)

I am from the pear tree from across the street 

That look from my mom when we knew we said too much

With my mom playing both roles, a mother and a father.

I’m from home made meals and my older siblings t-shirt 

         From Nena and Tio corey

I’m from back yard BBQs 

          And late night beer runs 

From my family being our backbone! And Get to bed.

I’m from Saturday’s morning cartoons from

           A couple of over size turtles

          And a burnet girl who wear a blonde wig at night 

I’m from Lubbock and the small towns in its out skirts

BB guns and mud pies

From the man who walked out 

             The front door 

To the late night talks on the swing with my grandpa who would remind me I had a father up stairs.

Under my bed was a shoe box

Filled with life time memories

From collectable toys we got a McDonalds and the fragile bubble gum that we thought could last forever

I am from that moment—

That Quivering moment... I saw my bother toss his cap in the air –

Knowing I have a chance too.