I Am... Poem by brian sazo

I am from Eye Glasses
From Bleach and Ammonia
I am from the silent Neighborhood
And the warmness of the sun passing through the windows of my house
I am from the rose of my family
I am from the red wood tree
Whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own

I am form tamales and Turkey
I am from a mother and sisters’ who sometimes don't understand me
I am from starvation and tinkering and from procrastination of a family who never does.

I am from the sign of the cross and the llorona is gunna get you
And from the ABC song I learned in kinder
I’m from Quincianiaras
I’m from LA, CA and Guatemala
I am from posole and sopez
From sprained and broken bones of my sister’s Gym class accidents
I am from newborn pictures of my siblings on the brown walls of my home
I am from put downs that made me build up walls. I am from rejection.