Where+I'm+From+NoName2

Where I'm From
//No name, 11th grade student//

I am from hand washing from carrying buckets of water I am from the back yard full of hanging clothes for the sun to dry I am from the back yard bushes and mango trees ripe with fruit I am from those people from my family long gone. I am from a 4 year old staring at an airplane flying away I am from the dust that won't let me see. From the dusty crooked road and bad electricity. I'm from failing grades and always left behind and laughed at. From "sit up and cross your legs!" I'm from Sunday church and praying before bed. From reading the Bible. I'm from home cooking and Latino foods. From not having stable place to stay. And learning to live with someone and then having to say goodbye. Under my bet I carry all of my memories. A small box full of toys, memories of shoes, sandals, dirty clothes. I am from trying to remember the lost face of my mother I have not seen for a very long time. I am from those moments I wish not to exist because the branches of the family tree have fallen apart.

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