Where I’m From
I am from documents and lawyers,
From genes I don’t know.
I am from across the dateline,
A whole other country,
That teaches a language that I do not speak.
I am from the city that never sleeps,
A city under constant construction,
Filled with afternoons of flooded, tourist filled streets.
I am from gray, concrete sidewalks,
Honking horns and blaring sirens.
I am from shop filled blocks,
Stocked shelves and working cashiers.
I am from inside jokes with friends,
and a warm loving family.
I am from a family who took me in as one of their own,
I am from a loving home.
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