lark

a poem that I wrote for class

I’m from dogwood and magnolias, oaks, lawns, red tiled roofs, and singing songs. 

I’m from chalk colored sidewalks lined in lively lilies: a populated courtyard of spring, adorned in doors, doors, doors, stairs and doors. 

I’m from Lisa, James, Jeannie, Gina, Yae, Belinda, and Raymond. It takes a village, and it took one to raise me.

I’m from Jimito mi nino, when it’s your time, it’s your time. Ooook! Not even. We are the only glue, good night; I love you. All right, I’ve gone on long enough; let me get off of my soapbox. 

I’m from paella, todmuhn, goe tieu lard nah, cherry pie, and xi yao gai. Enchiladas, curry-curry-curry, curry honey chicken, avocadoes and grilled cheese. 

I’m from desire played on heartstrings, my parent’s hard-work, acupuncture, every love, and twinkling dreams. Two worlds, two countries, one state, a big small town. A house on a circle.