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Where I'm From


I am from the rolling hills

From the river filled with pebbles.

I am from where the rooster crows

From bleating goats to oinking pigs.

(Even in the dark of night)

I'm from outside my comfort zone.

I'm from crowded streets and even more crowded markets.

I'm from the sound of children laughing

From eating rice and beans.

Under my bed are roaches and tarantulas.

I am from Haiti.

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