I am from fog in the morning,
and roses as red as fire.
I am from trees as green as a witch.
I am from a car fixing shop next door,
also from crossing the leafy neighborhood.
I am from my mom rushing me in the morning.
I am from a cactus two blocks away that is as spiky as a porcupine.
I am from a dad that takes me to San Jose every Christmas,
also, a dad that tells me to never give up.
I am from jalapeño bagels and Mexico.
I am from my favorite ice cream, grasshopper pie.
I am a branch from my family tree.
