Where I'm From

I am from straw brooms, From pin sole and Fabuloso. I am from the pastures of the cows (Green, and open. It smells like freshly cut grass.) I am from the star fruit tree, the mango tree. Whose fresh ripe fruit fell as if it was there just for me. I am from Flan and hair barrettes, from Rivera and Drew. I’m from the Have-it-all’s and the tell-em-all’s, from Que te pasa and Te amo Meja. I am from red beans and white rice, from crystal blue beaches and pearly white sand. I am from the little white house that was burned, from the day the family split. I am from all those things, just one huge tree, But I am part of the tree, a seed, that will fall away and adventure And when that day come, I will start my roots and become a new tree. I am from life, a never ending cycle