I’m from a world that’s right-side-down

From a land people don’t pay attention to

To a building that flies through the streets

From the concepts of magical powers

To the nonsense that it really is

I’m from the sandy beaches

Mixing between my toes

Bodies of sand toppling over

From the clear, calm waters

Filled with schools of fishes

From the mighty, mighty shades tress

That drop mangos by the threes

I’m from the rice and beans

With a little bit of chicken grease for flavor

From the home made juices

With the flavors that can’t be named

From the “who-knows-what”

To the “what’s that from”

And back to the “yeah, yeah, yeah”

I’m from the nagging parents

That always need a clean room

From Grandma’s Snow yelling

To Baby Kathy’s whining

From the house down the street

To the doctor in the next room

From the colors that surround the kitchen

To the tiles that make the room light up

I’m from the streets that seem to be quiet

But the house that can’t stop talking

From the booming of a child’s drum

To the soft melodies of winded sounds

I’m from the smooth Bachata

To the fast-paced salsa

I’m from Wilson and Evelyn

From Pedro and Hope

I’m from the KaJeJu

From the factories to the schools

I’m from the place no one’s seen

Haha.. that’s where I’m from