Where i'm from

I am from computers,

from Starbucks and Wal-mart.

I am from breezy palm trees.

Tall, Green, and Swaying freely.

I am from the magnolia tree, the rose, there vivid images and fragrant smells blew me away.

I am from home cooked meals passed down from generation to generation and poor eyesight.

From the womb of Eugenia and Todd Portley.

I'm from loud burps and silent prayers.

From sit still and be respectful.

I'm from a catholic family.

I'm from the big SD but i have family across the oceans,

steak and sinagong.

From the time my mom spilled hot water on herself going down the stairs

to the time she fell down mopping the kitchen floor.

Under the lamp in the living room, the pictures i wish that wouldn't come out when close friends come over.

the memories of the past the i relive over and over while looking at those pictures.

I am me, simple yet complicated.


yuck . i am horrible i don't like it 8]