There is nothing more intimate than reading someones poetry right? The poem below provides insight about a little more about me!

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Where I'm From (From Roots to Blossoms)

I am from perfectly breaded shrimp 

That is no longer made 

I am from golden pieces of corn tortillas that look pale next to scrambled eggs 

I am from the memories of my grandparents 

 

I am from freshly made flour tortillas that are filled with chile, tomate y cebolla 

That taste just like heaven, even without cheese 

Tamarind snow cones and chile lime salt me remind of rollerblading and scraped knees 

I was born miles from my essence 

 

Nonetheless, like a weed in concrete 

Or the dehydrated capsicum annum 

I am from breakfast burritos and the roasted pinon 

That only blooms every seven years 

 

From bone chilling winters 

That bring snow resembling Italian shaved ice 

A welcomed relief to my skin from the blistering summer sun 

That looks like a giant flower, that spreads its seeds in the form of water. 

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