,
I am from glassware where it has to be place in the right place
Where I’m from there is music outside at night
cats crying, smells like weed, neighbors arguing about the loud music

I’m from walking into my house listening
to the same bachata song that was playing yesterday 

games are every Tuesday night to Sundays at restaurants
 “you can leave whenever you want, the door is always open”

 you have to hug every person in the room on family events
even if you don’t want to or don’t know them

Where I’m from I grew up in Washington Heights
but parents are from Mexico
Where I’m from the memories and secrets are hidden in the walls
Where I’m from memories that are as different as the weather


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