I am from bounding through the door

The wafting smell, and “The cookies are done!”

The melt-in-your mouth stickiness

The outside crunchiness

And a lemony flavor

To drown your tastebuds

From my parents cooking

Wisconsinite

Israeli 

The latkes are out of the oven, 

Crunchy and smooth

Potato pancakes

With applesauce and

Sour cream

I am from working hard

Trying to get into a good school

From reading-

Reading for as long as I can remember,

And trying hard to understand

I am from political awareness,

Understanding politics 

And what it means for our country

And our democracy

Learning about problems

And how to fix them

I am from fighting with my sister

Playing piano in kindergarten, 

Sticking with it. 

The bounce of they keys,

Flowing fingers,

The sharp sound of the staccato.

The glassy feel of the wooden keys. 

Fingers pushing into them

Smooth chords, the arc

Of my fingers

The perfect noise of flats, and 

Fingers flying

Being different

Sports

School        

Friends

This is where I’m from.