I’m from my dad’s warm and cheesy goulash

The backyards torn-up strawberry patch

Beside my dead pear tree

I’m from the old blue toy box

The weird Candy Lady

Always walking the street

My lunch lady

Who fills my enormous stomach

I’m from the old pilgrim hall at church

From my old ghetto blue van

Making it from point A to B

From the memories of my childhood

Playing yard and night games

I’m from the Emergency Room

From asthma attacks and a blown appendix

I’m from nickelodeon shows

Staying up until bedtime watching loony tunes

I’m from the drama in my hometown

Always taking the wrong paths

I’m from the gravel roads

Having a laidback time with my boys