Where I am from

I am from,

            Little girl underwear full of lacey ruffles on the butt.

From,

The pumada La Tia, which seemed to cure everything from cuts, scrapes, bumps and bruises, allowing me to grow fearless.

I am from,

            The house on the hill with the best view of the place I consider home.

From,

            The dirt that stains your shoes red, the lemon trees and the cactuses.

I am from,

The clay wanna be toilet in the back yard. If you can call either of them that?

From,

            The random whistles thrown your way and the occasional "wow"

I am from,

             Chepa, who can literally dance her shoes away.

From,

            Tia Chio, who's smile can demolish the darkest of day.

I am from,

Parties that last for days, the music that vibrates through your veins and the nights that never meet their end.

From,

The awkward moment of having to choose a guy to dance with because you were asked by multiple.

I am from,

            "Estas trompuda, o quieres un beso?"

From,

            "Ay tenia que ser Azucena."

I am from,

The homemade tortillas barely coming off of the comal with the warm steam escaping the little air bubbles that have popped.

From,

The salsa or chile eating contests that make you hiccup, cry, or in my sad case puke.

I am from,

Enormously beautiful brown eyes and the people who don't know the meaning of privacy.

From,

The little, optimistic, loving woman who gave birth to me the thirteenth of February, and the cold, stern, secretly attention craving man who seems to scare my friends away?

I am from,

Walls entirely buried in the faces of loved ones during the most precious of moments.

Moments frozen in time so that I may never forget,

 Where I am from.