Where I'm From

Where I’m From By Adriana Ortiz I am from transparent love. From great words sown together, To hugs long enough to sleep in. I am from the observant brown eyes of my mother, my savior. I am from the generous scarred hands of my father, my fan. Where I’m from, love’s sweetest song has laced me once, and questioned every time after. I am from wealth in happiness. From the flight that releases me, To the endless ideas I never take note of. I am from the dimples in my daughter’s hand that still fits mine. I am from the dinning table where my grandmother watches me grow. I am from the army of uncles, and brothers who molded me. Where I’m from, my father’s absence was tucked away, so tears were cut for show. Everywhere I was, and everywhere I will be, equal to the fate made all my own. Where I’m from, is the same place I’ll recognize when I sit at my thrown.