I am from grey skies 

from the smell of pollution and smog in your lugs

I am from the dirty trampoline in the backyard 

from the yellow porch swing that squeaks when it sways 

I am from the lavender paint and the wood floor 

from the clank of pots and pans and the tiny fridge 

I am from the comfy couch and the warm fire place 

the marble staircase and wood railing 

and the green and blue walls in the basement 

I am from the cold back porch 

from the chai tea in the morning 

and long talk with mom 

from visits in the summer 

and the smell of smoke from bonfires on a cool summer day 

from walks at night and sleepovers with friends 

I am from the early mornings 

and the bus rides to school 

from family, friends and many more 

I am from home.