I Am From

I am from an iPod
From Rocawear and the computer
I am from my mind
The color of a pitch-black night, freezing cold.
tasted like spices
I am from roses that are cultivated in the flower patch next door, as red as blood.
the roses like a reminder of bloody wars.

I am from noodles and pasta
I’m from Thanksgiving, eating turkey and giving thanks
From sticks and stones will break my bones;
But words will never hurt me and listen to your elders
I’m from I am the Great Pretender
From Rock & Roll and a guitar.

I’m from Avon and Applebees, from watermelons and Coca-Cola.
From my grandmother’s demise,
a gloomy time for all my family,
with tears shedding all around.
from when we went to Washington D.C.,
to the White House,
the Monument,
all of those nice places…
Places I will always cherish.
All of those happy memories and sad memories, stored in my mind,
along with my thoughts and other memories that were indescribable.

I am from those moments
and much more.
I am from listening to music,
from going on the computer,
from eating noodles,
from deaths that will never be forgotten,
and from pleasant memories.
When one journey ends,
another unfolds…