Where I’m From

By: Ahna Chang

I am from the nail polish in my room,

From holographic glitter and high heels.

I am from the toys on the ground

(rainbow, soft, Sasha never picks them up.)

I am from cacti pricking my fingers,

From shopping and thanksgiving,

From Sasha to Caleb.

I’m from fighting in the car and playing video games,

From listen to your heart and never give up.

I’m from Christmas in July, unwrapping presents in the living room.

I’m from the nursery at Mercy Hospital and Chinese feasts,

Sticky rice in our teeth, cracking crab with our hands.

From the tricycle ride my sister took down the stairs,

The yelling in my brother’s room,

The basement of cardboard boxes

Holding my love for my family.