I am from thick air,
palm trees swaying in the wind,
white sandy beaches,
and wide landscapes with corn that grew higher than the tallest building.
I am from Baby Born and Polly Pocket -
playing all day in my room.
From Justin Bieber and Hannah Montana -
sitting in front of the box T.V. watching with awe.
From the smiling palm that would come down to spank me as my head hung low.
I’m from fresh cut sashimi served on a wooden plate,
from tzatziki,
and a hot Bauernfrühstück -
stuffing myself till my belly has no more inch of room for food.
From fresh teh tarik and a steaming hot roti prata filled with sweat kaya jam.
I am from “schnuff schnuff”, and
“du Stinkesocke” -
the names they call me.
I am from the fire crackling in Papou’s living room, from old stacked newspapers, from pink lips and blonde hair - from Mama, Papa, and Papou, the ones who inspire me most.
On top of my closet stands a big purple box
full of pictures, papers, and objects-
spilling memories, ones never to forget.
palm trees swaying in the wind,
white sandy beaches,
and wide landscapes with corn that grew higher than the tallest building.
I am from Baby Born and Polly Pocket -
playing all day in my room.
From Justin Bieber and Hannah Montana -
sitting in front of the box T.V. watching with awe.
From the smiling palm that would come down to spank me as my head hung low.
I’m from fresh cut sashimi served on a wooden plate,
from tzatziki,
and a hot Bauernfrühstück -
stuffing myself till my belly has no more inch of room for food.
From fresh teh tarik and a steaming hot roti prata filled with sweat kaya jam.
I am from “schnuff schnuff”, and
“du Stinkesocke” -
the names they call me.
I am from the fire crackling in Papou’s living room, from old stacked newspapers, from pink lips and blonde hair - from Mama, Papa, and Papou, the ones who inspire me most.
On top of my closet stands a big purple box
full of pictures, papers, and objects-
spilling memories, ones never to forget.
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