I’m from a small neighborhood we call “Bucktown”
From where the bleeding hearts sway in the luscious wind
I’m from the tulips in the beds they call home
From the smell of blooming flower buds
From where it smells like freshly mowed grass


I’m from posters that hang still on the wall


From where we have Christmas in the crisp cold air
From camping to swimming in the sizzling sun

From where the tomatoes are big and juicy


From where my mom is always there for me
From where my dad was rarely there for me
I'm from where the winter is freezing
Where the summers are torrid
I'm from where spring is nice and rainy
Where autumn has a cool breeze hitting your neck
Sending a chill through your whole body

I'm from where you would go to parks
From where you would drive around in your car

I’m from where there are feral cats roaming the town

From where the kittens love to play

From where I learned everything I know today.