Where I’m From
I am from mugs
from coffee and sugar.
I am from apartments
I am from the lavender
the smell of tea tree oil
I am from gathering every saturday with family
And brown eyes
from Miguel
and Catalina
and Caipa.
I am from the eating of meals together
and gossiping.
From never talk back
And make sure to go to college.
I am from Catholics.
From church every Easter and Christmas.
I’m from Queens,
Tamales and bandejas paisas.
From the grandmother who bought her first house at age 19,
the tia that everyone thinks is a witch,
and the father who came to America who find a better job
I am from boxes shoved underneath my bed, photo albums under the tv, photo frames hanging on the walls
And ranches up in the hills of Colombia and Guatemala.
Your poem is very interesting and I am curious why everyone thinks your tia is a witch. Also, it is super impressive how your grandmother bought her first house at the age of 19. Was it really cheap or your parents just had the money? Overall, I was able to learn a lot more about your culture through your poem.
I enjoyed reading your poem I can tell you put a lot of work and effort into writing this. I also am very surprised how your grandmother managed to buy a house at age 19 I’m sure she was very hard working and did her best for her family