Where I'm From (Child of The Owl)

I am from hoodies, From dry hands and hard work, I am from the debts of Daddy’s addiction, (False hopes, hoping all this was just a nightmare.) I am from the teacher who hates me, The one that called me dumb Whose hit I still remember As strict and unreasonable. I’m from Chinatown, Where everyone skin was like mine The point where I started from Tracing back what I have long lost. From Chinese-American borned. I’m from dancing and socializing, From Jeanie and Barney. I’m from popularity, at schools And handsome looks. I’m from cards and gambling, From slapjacks to addictions That I wish would end Hoping we would hit it big Soon, moving into our dream penthouse. I’m from cinnamon tasting toothpicks and tea, From the story my Paw-Paw would tell From the mother I never knew of To the family’s owl charm To my real Chinese name, my true identity. I am from these moments Story within story That will always be inside of me.