I am from a big city where the birds are used to the honking cars,

I am from a small pink house on 26th street where the bright trees are green all year long,

I am from a fluffy white dog bouncing on a soft quilt early in the cold mornings,

I am from a sun-baked deck where dead plants grow all summer long,

 I am from wanting to go on an African safari on a big fluffy horse in the middle of summer with my best friend,

I am from “clean up your room”, “brush your teeth”, “you never listen to me”,

 I am from getting boba with my best friend on Wednesday afternoons before we ride our horses,

I am from soft ice cream at Easy Breezy on 24 Street during sunny afternoons,

I am from cooking brownies in my big kitchen and eating them with ice cream and with family,

I am from dunking fresh homemade sushi in lemon juice on Saturday nights, at my friend’s big modern house,

 I am from soft Christmas cookies fresh out of the oven that even the dog wants to eat,

I am from white creamy goat cheese that brothers eye suspiciously,

I am from a cozy room with soft pillows and big picture frames hanging from the tan walls,

I am from fresh chewy honeycomb that sticks to the top of your mouth under cloudy spring days,

I am from visiting family every summer in the cold England weather,

I am from sitting under the Christmas tree where the white dog barks because she wants more food,

 I am from hot summer days under a tree in the pool where mini ponies munch their dried out hay,

I am from “pull your mask up” during long tiring afternoons at school,

I am from allergy medicine during the spring when everything grows,

I am from showing a small bay horse when my best friend and parents cheer me on while we win second,

I am from stinky meat sitting on the counter, that the dog eyes waiting to be fed,

I am from “you made such a big mess” after dull Thursday nights after school,

I am from wearing hot itchy masks that muffle your voice all through 6th grade,

I am from long nights camping with my best friend where the trees are so sunbaked and the rivers are dried up,

I am from being dragged out of bed on cloudy Monday mornings,

I am from spicy ponies bucking on hot summer days when the air is so humid, the fog disappears,

I am from fog rolling over some neighborhoods and sun shining on the others,

I am from a big tan school in the middle of San Francisco where kids play in the damp grass,

I am from my best friend riding her fluffy paint horse “dude slow down”,

I am from warm peanut butter dog treats baking on the hot countertop after the clock passes twelve,

I am from weekly Saturday trips to the farmers market from nine to twelve,

This is where I’m from.