I am from music,

from the old and the new.

I am from the paint chipped house on the corner.

I am from the deep red roses of the garden.

I am from singing and dark hair,

from Sergio and Jessyka and the Heredias.

I am from the drunks and the broken.

From it’s a good thing you're smart and that’s not good enough .

I am from the catholics. The ones that don’t practice their religion.

I'm from Mexico, salsa and enchiladas.

From the fights, the divorces, and the broken love.

I am from the pictures hidden in a box not to be seen but only once in awhile.