I am from . . .
I am from the flat screen TV in my living room.
From salt and pepper
I am from the big red and tan with a wooden door home
The spaghetti with sauce smell in my house
I am from the big rose bush in front of my house
The big giant pine tree near my home
Whose long gone limbs I remember
As if they were my own.

I’m from Tall and brown hair
From William and Miriam
I’m from biting a fork and eating to fast
And from standing to close to TV

I’m from pay attention and do your chores
And treat others the way you want to be treat
I’m from eat pizza every Friday
I’m from Westchester and Africa
Sausage with peppers and onions and chicken parmesan
From the time I was little and I threw a pudding
I throw the pudding and it landed on my moms head
The picture of me posing with a cute smile
Our old apartment in Queens