I was from the pricks of a pumpkin leaf’s stem,
gathering near the ant hills,
allowing them to crawl from my arms to my hem.
I was from the place, where I saw a really nice boy,
So I tried to make myself look pretty with my DIY bangs,
but there was another who had offered me toys.
I was from the place where the smell of a motor is really vivid,
I can taste the sweetness of sugar-canes from all of those years,
I can taste the warmth and love from homemade egg rolls.
I was from the place you could smell rotten and fallen birds.
Where birds would chirp for their abandoned mothers,
and where a newborn bunny lost its life to my sister’s shoe.
I was from the place we went to a big carnival.
It was my 6th birthday, but I didn’t reach the height requirement,
I was sad and despised the bumper cars
Now I am from the skyline of downtown,
the starry lights from the windows
and hear the closeness of airplanes,
Now I’m from Charlotte.