I am from alarm clocks blaring, chargers hanging and water spraying.
I am from the garden and both sides of the park, (Morning and Central.)
I am from Birds chirping, cars speeding and construction sweeping.
I am from tip-of-the-morning pancakes and spices spraying over mangu and cheese.
I am from Noemi and Robert and my brother Dylan
I am from the curious ones, the pranksters and the gossips.
I am from the get-up and walk the dogs, so we can eat dinner
I am from the pictures hanging, candles flaming, and bible readings.
I am from Harlem, New York, and descend off the islands.
I am from being the second born. The middle child.
I am from pictures, photo albums, and storytelling hidden under my closet
I am the next generation of the expanded horse family.
