"Where I’m From," by Grace O.

I am from hot and calm streets where I turn tan 

From street vendors that wake me up in the Morning for pan dulce and tamales 

I am from a bright and busy house 

I am from the nice, beautiful marigolds, the strong stinky smell 

I am from family functions and loud music 

I am from “échale ganas” and “ponte las pilas” 

I am from faith and going to church 

From silent prayers 

I’m from Mexico even tho I wasn’t born in Mexico 

I am Mexican 

From the tacos de birria and agua de horchata y jamaica 

From the story of my parents coming to America for a better life 

And the sound of children playing on the street 

I am photo albums filled with memories 

Memories of baby photos 

Memories of my family before I was born 

I’m from something i’m proud to be