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Where I’m From

I am from burning food and yummy taste From smells of different foods I am from dust coming up and coming to my eyes (Rocky, dirty, it feels like needles) I am from red roses that shine in my eyes As thorns pick to my skin As if I was me sticking on to people skin And as they try pick me off I’m from tamales and shiny plates, From Mexico and America I’m from the emotional and from the smarts From cheering up and letting down I’m from praying for others and hoping that everyday is good I’m from the Sosa and Torres branch, hot chilly and making tamales From my dad’s mouth burning everyday, the mouth my brother closes to not let it burn All over my room picture of friends old and new pictures lost friends and friends right now as I remember to my tears I am from sad moments- As things go away- As a tear falls off my face-

By: Peter C. Sosa