I am from avocados that sift through my mouth 

and the guacamole made from those avocados.

I am from the pineapples that I love to eat and

 the satisfying squirt of the juice squirting in your mouth .

I am from the tofu broccoli that my mom makes.

From the bananas that I like to eat every day.

I am from the water bottle I keep by my side

Even when I am asleep.

I am from the pillarbugs that run around my house all day, and the games of pillarbug football that they love to play.

I am from going to Arizona to visit my grandparents during Christmas break.

I am from going to visit my other grandparents at the end of summer in Maine.

I am from the Friday movie nights. 

From the hotpot

On Christmas Eve.

I am from the steam the pot makes

The warm, tingling sensation it gives

That makes me feel safe.

I am from skiing in the winter.

The snow on a mountain, like frosting on a cake.

I am from the sheer amount of pillarbugs I have that always surprise people. 

And from a bunch of brown hair, that covers my forehead.

I am from the hope that no more animals go extinct

Because of humans.

I am from the hope that I will do something meaningful with my life. 

And the fear that I will be hated by everyone

Long past my death. 

I am from the thoughts that I should do something to help the world

That I am doing nothing, a failure in life.

I am from the never ceasing thoughts that I really don’t deserve all this

This school, my family, my house.

These thoughts and hopes racing through my mind, even at night.

But the pillarbugs are always there, to comfort me.

And when I snuggle a pillarbug, at last, I feel at home.

This is where I’m from.