Where I'm From
I am from lukewarm clam chowder by the seaport
from silky qipaos and bubbling rice cookers.
I’m from the sound of raindrops pattering on the windowpane
putting me to sleep every night.)
I’m from Marie Elementary
Race Brook School
and four different kindergartens
I’ve forgotten the names of.
I’m from grand pianos and pages of little black notes
from sharp staccatos and dramatic ritardandos.
I’m from folded sticky-notes and games of tag
from scented markers and mechanical pencils.
I’m from house curtains parting on opening night
I’m from fluffy pink chiffon dresses and ballet flats now far too small
my grandmother’s straight-out-of-the-oven brownies and icy orange creamsicles.
From my cousin’s Instax Mini photos
she takes every Christmas
the teal-covered diary my brother stole.
I’m from “everything happens for a reason”s and “no one is perfect”s.
I still find it hard to believe those words, but I’m trying my best.
I’m from laughter and tears, hope and despair, successes and failures
but most of all, I am from my own thoughts, my vision of who I am and who I want to be.