I am from the noisy commuter city
That never stops.
Skyscrapers that rise high to the foggy, clouded sky.

I am from Arlene and Pedro
I am from an obstreperous family thats always arguing.
The family that has too many issues not wanting to be remembered.
The family that barely talks to one another.
The grandmother that chooses a man over her granddaughter,
And even over her own daughter.

I am from the dirty sidewalks of Ravenswoods,
Where people cry at night because of the pain they feel,
And some scream and complain all day.
I hear some of them screaming out their windows,
And some complaining about how how horrid their life is.
The sidewalks that for all we know,
Had blood on it once.
No one knows.
All sidewalks in the world could have it.
The sidewalks
The sidewalks I was born to walk on.
The sidewalks that feel like concrete rocks being crushed,
Crushed like the many hearts that walked on it.
The sidewalks I may walk on.
The sidewalks i may walk on in twenty years.

I am from watching people fall and never get up.
They fall so hard that they give up on their life,
And everyone in it.

I am from a man that goes behind bars
And is lucky to come back.
And when he comes back its as if he never left.


A mother that has lost her children,
And sometimes mourns over them.
The mother that wishes for them.
The tears that stream down her face is like the clouds on a stormy night.
She is constantly raining herself a river.
But the river never stops,even if shes not cryin.

I am from the Muppets and Sesame Street,
while listening to my parents argue.
“I can’t believe you?!... I hate you?!!!”
watch your sister cry because of the screaming,
and soon realizing you're crying too.

i am from the heart that is missing something,
and has not been found
but how would I know
If I dont know whats missing.
Its like you wer looking for something, and got amnesia and just forgot
But you somehow still feel the emptiness.
A heart that is trying to fix itself.
It trys to fix itself, like a doctor trys to fix you
ut instead the doc can’t fix anything this time.
It feels like a million knives have just struck me in the middle of my heart
And the thumping of my heart gets hard and heavy.

I am from white, sweet, soft rice and dark beans that is served on my plate.
And even though sometimes I get tired of it, I eat every bite
Because I know my mom spent her time to cook it.

I am from smiling my sweet, old smile with friends,
Because I don’t want to make them sad.
But it is a fake smile with lies in between.

I am from finding a true family,
Not of the blood but the heart,
Because I could truly never understand the term that blood is thicker than water.
A brother by heart, thats there
Two sisters that care and is always there when i have something to share.

I am from a chaotic tree
That I sometimes wish I wasn't apart of.
But no matter how chaotic
I need to believe that I’m a important leaf on it.