I am from phone and TV flashing bright lights
from silverware and from princess house
and from HEB produce that we buy on Saturdays
I’m from the only house that has a gate
I’m from the countless hours of TV and punishment that shape us
and from delicious tasting food
I’m from red roses on the counter tops
and the big oak tree outside my window
I’m from tacos and family parties
and big, but strong family
from Francisco to Reyna
I’m from eating good meals with everyone
and having coffee or tea for breakfast
From always hurrying up in the bathroom because there’s always someone waiting
I’m from Sunday afternoons at church
I’m from 9000 Tara Lane