Where I grew from
I am from where there are dirty boots pilled in the corner
From the treehouse, my safe place, and where books were my company
I am from the green land of abundant beauty and where street smarts were better sought after
I am from the dirt beneath Magnolia Ave whose purpose was to provide a foundation that could fruit dreams and see them grow
I am from the cobija del caballo that kept me warm and for the molcajete that took salsa to the next level
From Sergio and Martha
I am from the sweat of hard work and unconditional love and from the pride of being Oaxacan
and a great sense of humor
I am from the God who is everything and anything I need
I am from Comonfort and Lopez
From the spices and herbs
From dreams that lead to one goal … a better life and from the courage to come to the U.S
Together we all laugh in front of the home that saw us grow
I am from the those moments of loss, happiness, sadness, laughter, peace, battles and where there is always dirty boots pilled in the corner
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