(poems go here) I am from sidewalks
From mud and grass stains
I am from bruises and scrapes
I am from the orange Play-Doh
Whose salty taste comes to mind
Every time I think of it.

I’m from dirty dishes and music
From the first generation.
I’m from the arguers and hard workers
From don’t be shy and don’t give up
I’m from early morning chores and late nights

I’m from loud voices and big appetites
I’m from the car crash that changed my grandma.
“The look” that froze us
Under my matters they lay flat
Filled with old memories
Good, bad and everything in between
Evidence that they once happened
That made me who I am now

I am from those moments
Snapped during my growth
A leaf off the family tree