I come from the place of ice blue mountains that enclose me like crowned walls.
I dream of green forests that smell of possibility.
I am the child who found warmth under a gold lamp as I
huddled with musty books beneath a gray cloud blanket.
I come from a house filled with singing, shouting.
Laughter in one breath, tears in the next.
I come from a proud line of women
with bright eyes, large hearts
power and beauty grasped in each hand.
I come from a clan of mothers who fight for their children
hold on to them tightly, and never let go.
My world comes from music, rhythm
Beats that move feet into air.
I come from cinnamon rubbed with garlic on chicken,
of milk in a pot on the stove when I can’t sleep,
applesauce and lime soda when I’m sick on the couch.
I come from a land of soft words, cold hands, and the wish for a friend.
My safe place is the one I built. Made with
Barbies and model horses, plastic tigers and dinosaurs.
I come from a series of passport stamps,
riding in the back seat with my brother,
sharing a bed, tasting strange food,
trying to shape the foreign words on my tongue.
I come from early mornings spent with my mom
Dry paintbrush in hand
As I fancy I’m painting our Persian carpet.
I come from afternoons spent screaming
Wishing my parents would see I was ready to date.
I come from fierce love and overabundant piles of words.
From snow’s fresh excitement and summer’s fleeting glory
Twined in emerald grass and sapphire lakes.
I come from dozens of cousins who fill my family
With babies and noise and drama drama drama.
I come from a world as broken as it is beautiful.
I come from a light-streaked darkness where I must let tears pass through
I come from living without the answers I want.
I come from two parents, two siblings, more good times than bad.
I come from optimism that shoves against winter-black depression.
I come from my grandma’s crossword marathons,
my grandpa’s wild garage of inventions.
I come from spaghetti all over my face and orange popsicles under the cherry tree.
I am the child of all of these things.
I come from a hundred places. I come from my home.
I come from the life that came to me.