Where I’m from”

By Nicarline Perdomo 

I’m from the aroma of Mangu, 

To the blasting Saturday vibrations 

I am from a reflection forming 

an outline to match 

The growing vines with a beautifully carved outside 

As it’s part of me 

 

I am from the animated display 

of new crowds 

Beanstalk of new opportunities 

and construction 

I am from glow and glasses 

 

I am from words but mostly the sound 

It brings with it 

I’m from sweet to savory 

To ice to fire 

I am from the nature of the beast 

From the butterflies to the roses 

I’m from the waves that splash 

you 

 

I’m from the sweet pastries to the 

Hot chocolate 

I’m from capturing memories 

To finding old ones 

 

I’m from boxes full of old charms 

Polaroids scattered with old and 

new people 

Old and new memories 

I am from all those memories before 

everything faded 

To who I am today