I’m from fields of green
Little buildings spaced apart
Only two grocery stores nearby
Whizzing past aisles of produce
With my cousins in the cart
Our own personal rocket

I’m from trips to Dallas on Saturdays
Running in the backyard, tag in the dark
Hiding up in an embrace of branches
Or in the corner that’s housing lots of shadows
Running like the wind, cousins chasing me
My turn now, let’s see who I’ll catch

I’m from a growing place
Hotels come out of nowhere
More buildings, more restaurants
Skyscrapers, not a lot but some
I heard there used to be cows roaming free
My city is changing, wonder what’ll happen next

I’m from hospital visits to my aunt
What happened to that dark gray hair of hers?
A grimace instead of a gentle smile on her lovely face
It’s ruining this wonderful Mona Lisa
Looks like I’ll be going to my first ever funeral soon
Don’t cry mom, isn’t heaven a good place?

I’m from whispers in my parent’s room
Picking up a call not meant for me
Saturday trips include a visit to Okmulgee now
Phone calls to lawyers and hope that the judge is lenient
No such luck, my uncle is going back to Mexico
He’s an American citizen at heart, but not on paper

I’m from tears being shed at night
A mom that needs a break
Losing an aunt and a brother takes its toll on her
Stress builds up within all of us
Dancing around my words, don’t wanna upset anyone
Goodnight mom and dad, try to get some rest

I’m from looking up at a blue sky with cotton candy clouds
A robin lands on a branch
Maybe I’ll ride my bike to that glistening lake
Or bring Beethoven to life on those black and white keys
A piano’s voice carries a symphony of colors
Enough to brighten up this day