I am from San Francisco, land of the bridge, its massive strings spanning over the bay.

Land of the Golden Gate, and the Oakland Port.

Miraloma, land of the towering Mount Davidson rising high above the people.

Asia, packed with people

Vietnam, the country with a big war,

That split it into 2,

China, where a great wall still stands,

I am from people who like ice cream, melting in your mouth

People who like lobster and crab, smothering it in savory sauce 

People who don’t eat out, and enjoy organic food

People who like italian, japanese and chinese foods

People who know how to drum

I am from people who like banh mi, i taste the freshness of the bread

People where in their family the mom cooks

People who think avocados taste like moldy tree bark.

I am from cfffff where once in their life pain seeped in to their arms, breaking the bone

People who don’t like wearing masks, sweat over my mouth.

I am from people who celebrate Christmas, hearing carols in my ears.

People who like the ocean, salty water crashing onto the shore,

Over towering rocks, slowly eroding.

People who celebrate Halloween, chocolate oozes in the bag .

I am from people who celebrate Valentine’s Day and birthdays, days packed with joy and exuberance.

People who pick different fruits depending on the seasons, where you can taste a difference.

From COVID-19, trapping us all into 

The land of masking up,

Where Vaccinations replace vacations

Clean Mask Clean again, it always is in that cycle.

When I wake up and go to sleep “You are always loved no matter what” are the words that I hear.

And that is where I’m from!