Where I’m From
I am from a desk,
Where stories are created,
Where I am lost in a different world.
I am from a black book,
Where all my thoughts are scribbled,
Where my real world is described.
I am from white walls,
Covered with photos and posters
And poems and quotes
And multi-colored post-its with fleeting thoughts scrawled on them
I am from an Asian family
Where I just don’t fit
With a report card with Bs and Cs
And sub-par SAT scores
I am from friends
From the chatter and the secrets
And the countless hours spent together.
I am from two households,
Twenty miles apart,
Two separate families.
