I am from books,

From electronics and knowledge .

I am from the park a couple blocks from my grandmother’s house

(abandoned, and quiet, as if reserved to myself).

I am from the yellow and pink flowers

The gated hill

Which I would sneak into with a childhood friend.

I am from Arroz con gandules

and handmade oreo sundae’s

From Stephanie and family.

Im from know-it-alls

and hard workers

From “Marie!” and “Lower your voice”

Im from the cross hanging on the main door

and the baby Jesus figure in the living room

Im from Puerto Rico and Dominican Republic,

Warm and sunny.

From the days my grandpa used to go to the store to play on the pacman machine.

In the living room, stored away was an album.

All of me, memories I don’t recall.

I am from those memories,

Created before imagined,

Dreams within my reach.

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