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I am from untuned instruments

From all-natural shea butter and random rubber bands around the house.

I am from the light tan and brown buildings where we once roamed like we owned them.

From a memory so strong I can close my eyes and smell the strong scent of hair in the distance and the sound of the blow dryer not to far behind.

I am from the Desert Lily.

From the Saguaro Cactus whose long limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I'm from big noses and eve bigger hair.

From Nene, El, and Kisha as well.

I'm from pans in the oven and deserts made from scratch and Princess and the Frog on repeat.

I'm from "Y'all letting all the cool air out" and "Get dress we're going to the Goodwill"

I'm from Rock with You by Michael Jackson playing is the living room when the sun comes up and any song by Jill Scott when the sun goes down.

I'm from multiple aluminum pans waiting to be cooked on Thanksgiving day, while all the kids go out and play.

I am from Phoenix, the Valley Sun

From home Arizona while my family scatters far and wide.

I am from smothered turkey legs and with a side of cornbread.

From my granny yelling at me and my cousins as we ride our scooters in the street.

I am from the way they say a D instead of the Ts in my name to the point where I do it as well.

I'm from every photo, memory, song, and place that dwell in close to my heart and those are what keep me going.

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I am from a cookie kingdom.

From vans

And converses.

I am from the jungle, with boys who scream as loud as a howler monkey, and a mother who matches the same energy as her sons.

It looked so calm, and peaceful as they glide when you gently blow on it, hoping your wish would come true.

I am from the Dandelion seeds that glides like a bird in a sky.

The Dandelion seed reminds me of how peaceful growing up was for me, and how my mother made sure my happiness was safe from people around me.

Dandelions are what kept my childhood going. My favorite part about them is when they turn white, and when they did, you blow on them. If you blew all of them off, your dreams "would" come true.

I’m from Tennessee, where flash flood warnings happen almost every day and tornado warning made kids laugh and parents worry.

From the wild fair days and the smell of funnel cake and popcorn or the laughs of kids, and the screams of adults telling their kids to stop running off there was a little brother who wasn’t even trying, had won a fish by throwing a ball into the bowl.

The days we went on field trips, you laughed as I was hanging upside down on the merry go-round stuck and I felt like throwing up rainbows. They are my friend, we stuck through everything together, we are no long in house distance from each other but we still talk about ours day.

I am from a world I enjoy daydreaming during school to cure my boredom, from a family of talented people who get into fights with each other all the time, from laughs and giggles that fill my head as I try to avoid the loud people in the halls, I am from many things that make me who I am today.

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Im from the princess bed with the and bright yellow light bulbs
I am from the 2 story home with the bright green grass
from the smell of the salty fries from around the corner

I am from the early bright mornings
from the hickory and  oak tree whose long gone limbs  I remember as if they were my own

I am from  the early morning and late afternoons at the YMCA
from Brittney and Greg

I am from the Friday and Thursday dinners and from the sound or early 1900s R&B on Sunday mornings

I am from the sweet sound of make sure you wash the dishes and I brought you into this world I can take you out of it and the constant she looks just like you's to my parents

from the memory boxes on display in the living room
I am from Milwaukee WI

Im from the place where anyone under the age of ten does not open the door
from the substitute chicken because the turkey was running late on thanksgiving

from the running from the cops every other week
from the going to my godmoms house every weekend and playing with dolls

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I am from the cleaning products from the pinol and lysol.
I am from the crosses hung up on my  wall, from the green bamboo growing on my kitchen counter.
I am from the bush with little flowers in front of my front yard whose long limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from dia del los muertos and cinco de mayo strung along by my parents and grandparents.
I'm from independence and stability and from having continues life goals .
Im from being kind and patience and taught to try my very best at times.
Im from Arizona and Sinaloa where my parents are both from.
Im from the Tamales that my grandma makes just right.
Im from the memories in my heart that keep me smiling and laughing everytime I think about them.

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I am from the old wooden steep porch from bunk beds and hot combs that touched generations of heads.
I am from the big bright red house that lit up the block, the smell of untouched furniture with the feeling of plastic rap
I am from the seeds of a sunflower that you can always find a harmless bug that rolls, the oak tree whose long gone limbs i remember as if they were my own.

I am from softball and rap, from creativity and empathy,
I'm from yelling at each other and buying each other food the next day, from planning trips every blue moon.

I'm from the music that combines with rhythm and soul.
I'm from the metal grill outside that always bring big groups of cheerful people, and gyros.
I'm from the big metal shaped as a bean in millennium park located in Illinios.

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I am from the tv we eat dinner in front of, from the homemade food and the family gatherings I am from the blazing heat the smell of flowers I am from the trees in my backyard the aloe Vera plant whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own. I'm from the tamales made ever Christmas and going to the river from Diego and Victoria I'm from organized and clean and from trying new things I'm from " make the best of your time" and " don't follow others" and "don't let other decide for you from making hot coco on rainy days I'm from Arizona and Mississippi and rice and my tia's carzy partys and the memories in my closet

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I am from an eminence
of crushed stones from
the oakwood floors and
the tinted doors. I am from
the fenced meadows
where the smell of coffee beans,
sizzling dishes and the
the ambiance of sweet
candle fragrance set the tone.
I am from the palms
and the aloe veras, paloverde,
and the cacti in the west.
Paloverde branches
whose long limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from the desert
and reuniting with
family from the valley of the sun
and the nautical night sky.
I’m from a tranquil
and Christian household
and from a placid family.
I’m from an honorable
Latino heritage.

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I am from the wilderness
the rivers and the trees
I am from the dark, the smell of rustic woods
I am from the syrup, the maple tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own
I'm from the festivals and soup from Gilbert and Mireya
I'm from artistry and independence and from the queso fresco
I'm from "eat all your food" and "don't use too much dressing" and "I got a feeling"
I'm from all the road trips
I'm from Oregon and Norway and the blackberry crapes
From the U.S Navy
My great grandfather who collected giant seashells after storms

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I am from an always ready broom
From mopping as an everyday chore and zote that gets laundry bright white
I am from the pictures of me and my family hung up on our walls
Where you wake up to eggs and chorizo in the morning
I am from the bright green grass
The limes in my backyard tree that I pick with my hands
I'm from wine and chili festivals
From a family of hard workers and very athletic people
I'm from giving my best in everything I do and playing softball everyday till the sun is down
From finding the elotero for elotes
I'm from "Your sick cause your on that phone to much" or "Sana, sana colita de rana"
I'm from a strict household
I'm from the dry desert and lights of the city and conchas that leave a mess
From a church itself to always pray and respect people
I am from my parents that made me who I am and taught me to be grateful and work hard in everything I do

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I am from the butter containers being used as salsa containers, from jabon zote and crest toothpaste
I'm from the tall ceilings of my home, from the smell of fabuloso and bath and body works candles
I am from the nopal to the rose bushes whose long limbs I remember as if they were my own
I'm from singing las mananitas on every birthday and going to a cabin every Christmas, from Sarah, Aaron, Calvin, Juanito, and Emma
I'm from going out to eat every Sunday and going to Mexico every month, from eating tamales every winter
I'm from "pick up after yourself" and " te calles o te 🤬" and singing "las vocales"
I'm from cleaning before I go out and from Bipolar whether and heat warnings
From eating Mariscos and mole, from my abuelo telling stories about him being in the military and baby pictures in picture boxes.

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I am from homecooked meals and  from the candles the lady with a small business made and the vinegar we used as cleaner
I am from the pale walls that I drew on that made my grandparents mad
I am from the Japanese lilac tress whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from pow pow's and dark Grey eyes from my loved ones
I'm from  drinking and nicotine
I'm from the your smart enough to do it by yourself and the preschool rules and under the rainbow
I'm from passing airlumes
Im from Boise
and from the natives and delicious fried bread fried bread
From my mothers bad experiences growing up
In my heart this is what built me

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I am from family portraits
From spinning vinyl's and wii games
I am from the old toys and clothes in my garage
The burning candles in the living room
I am from the orchid flowers on the kitchen table and the mesquite trees whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own .

I'm from quinces every weekend and staying up till 12am to open presents on Christmas
From Alexia, Carlos, and Lizzy
I'm from going to the swap-meet every weekend and helping my tita sew her curtains or sheets
I'm from "don't open the door for no one" when being left home alone and "now the cucuy is gonna get you" whenever doing something bad.

I'm from Tim Burton movies every night
I'm from Arizona and from the mangos my tito brings from Sinaloa
From the stories my mom tells me about me and my brother when we were younger
And from all the family photos my tita has hung up all over her house.

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I am from the dried up roses on the table.
From blasting fans and non-alcoholic Sangria.
I am from the youngest siblings running around-  Loud, messy, and ruthless.
I am from the dried up grass.
The Bougainvillea flowers on my lawn, whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I'm from switching between houses and weekends with my dad.
From my sisters Yaraletzy and Kassandra.
I'm from loud music and unpaid chores and from late drunken get togethers in my backyard.
I'm from El Cucuy and "No talking at the dinner table" and "Si juegas te aguantas".
I'm from swap-meet on Sundays.
I'm from Arizona and Mexico,
Flan and Mangonada popsicles.

From My dad working on the same truck for years, and still is unfinished with it.
With family photos and pictures of my sister's quinceanera, framed and hung on the walls.

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I am from the daisy flowers
from the Dawn Dish Soap and Windex
I am from the popcorn ceiling
from the oddly shaped foundation
I am from the colorful shrubs
The strawberry tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I'm from Christmas mornings and Birthday celebrations from Heather and Damien
I'm from the hard-working and file-organizing bloodline and from the soft sound of "Lete".

I'm from the happiness and the loved and happy birthday songs
I'm from the dinner table that is always filled with laughter
I'm from Gilbert and a African-American family tree with peppered stake always tasting better with lemon juice
From my grandmother who would always tell me fictional stories and would show me the old youthful family photos.

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I am from the door swinging in and out

From Clorox and Fabuloso

I am from the hole in the wall

The smell of fresh food

I am from the vines outdoors

The big green tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I'm from pushing faces into cakes and growing tall

From Jade and Luna

I am from staying clean and calling each other names and from keeping pans in the oven.

I'm from "Nerd" and "Weird" and "Sana Sana Colita de Rana.

I'm from inviting the whole family

I'm from Arizona and the Monsoon storms and Pozole

From Father working day after day, Mother taking care of us, and My older sister learning to become a nurse.

In the depths of my heart, my love for everyone in my life.

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I am from the old green house from
vintage magazines and classic records
I am from the milky grey walls that adorned my kitchen
the lingering smell of rosemary I am
from the wishes on withering dandelions the hibiscus plants that decorated my empty lawn
I am from sewing machines and guitar picks from
silly bandz and robotic cutouts I'm from
the rocks overlooking North mountain and bike rides to 7-eleven and
from Shirley temples on a sunny day
I'm from shorts during winter and jackets during summer and
the songs that linger in the back of my mind
I am from the faded chalk beneath my feet I'm from Arizona and dust storms overtaking my sight.
From the jewelry wrapped around the ones before me
the house that's now laced in dirt and old memories
pictures that mimic my expression
and the drawings beneath my bed protected by dust

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I am from warm tortillas, from
Spanish music and the smell of fall candles. From the sand colored home
I am from the rays of natural light beaming onto the bright green plants and the
mesquite trees whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I'm from Día de la Virgen and the making of tamales every Christmas Eve from Jose, Viviana, and Danitza.
I'm from the carne asadas every Sunday and from dancing until you drop.
I'm from "Hay comida en la casa" and "Te lo digo por tu bien," and  el caballo blanco.
I'm from Dia de los Muertos.
I'm from Arizona and Mexico and the red chilaquiles made for breakfast
From all the singing at celebrations that showed me that these moments won't last forever
From the memories that are preserved on the walls of my bedroom and in my heart.

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I am from warm tortillas, from listening to El Rey and the smell of suavitel. I am the one story home and the smell of ariel. I am the plantas chille, the chilean mesquite whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my home

I'm from having coronos at kids birthday parties and the smell of menudo on Christmas eve's from Jose and Viviana. I'm from dia de la virgen and dia de los muertos and from bailando en la pista asta que te canses. I'm "te lo digo por tu bien" and "hay comida en la casa" and la rana. I'm from jugando lotteria. I'm from Arizona and Mexico and menudo. From the hardships my dad had to go through, Him not having the opportunities I do. a picture of us in Rocky Point in the book full of other pictures of all my family members.

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I am from my bed
from fabuloso and candle wax
I am from the cold and comfortable house
good smelling food
I am from the waxy blossom
The aloe Vera whose long limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I'm from family gatherings and birthday party's
from loteria  and taking flowers to the cemetery
I'm from loud and nosy
and from competitiveness.
I'm from love and respect and ABC's
I'm from peaceful dinner
I'm from phoenix and west Phoenix
and Hispanic, African American
and tamales
from my family making tamales
in the kitchen and pictures on the fridge

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I am from the oil that sizzles from the pots and pans, I am from the two story house with a rock filled garden. I am from the smell of incense every time you walk into a room. I am from the lantana flowers that can handle the heat and the acorn tree, whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from decorating a tree during Christmas and 4c hair from Mulugeta and Abebech. I'm from fidgeting and being organized and from being respectful. I'm from "Don't stay up late" and "Focus on school" and "Don't give up".
I'm from going to a soccer game every year, I'm from Arizona and Ethiopia so I'm east African, I'm from eating a pancake-like flatbread with a spongy texture called injera from arguing on who pays for dinner when ever we go out. All the memories are stored within the pictures and videos on my phone.

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i am from mirrors
from makeup and food
i am from the mountains
and incents in my home
i am from the roses
the yellow bushes whose long gone limbs i remember as if they were my own.

im from carne asadas and sarcasm
from my mom and my tias
im from sleeping late and partys
and from shopping

im from "go to your room" and "dont do that"
"finders keepers"
im from going to calii
im from arizona
and mexico
rice and maruchans
from my big family
my great grandmas kids
good times out

and i am from the photo album of me and my familys good memories.

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I Am From - Reilley Bledsoe                                                      

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I Am From - Reilley Bledsoe                                                      

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I am from the present memories from the past, from cooking sheets and cookie cutters
I am from the enchanting flowers and bushes that grow luxuriously and the smell of bulgogi being cooked on Sundays
I am from the humming birds dancing in my backyard the daisies that grow by my house I remember as if they were my own.
I am from engineers and chefs from barbie and monster high dolls
Im from cassete tapes and partys being held every saturday and academic overachievers
Im from greatness and loyalty and Michael Jackson singing in the mornings
Im from constant family gatherings
Im from cacti growing in mysterious ways and coyotes howling in the night and homemade alfredo
From vintage movies that hold a special place in my heart

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I am from the Guadalupe from
zote soap and abuelita hot chocolate
I am from the music at 7 am
steaming, sweet, creamy coffee
I am from the aloe vera the
lemon tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from dia de los muertos and parties  from Jaqueline and Yareli
I'm from movie nights and cleaning together and
from eating out.
I'm from wet hair will make you sick and theres food at home and
stop crying or ill give you something to cry about
i'm from pinatas i'm from Arizona
and mexico and arroz rojo
from getting a bite from a dog
and being left with a scar
a photo of my abuelita at the beach
with all of my favorite cousins
framed on the wall of my living room.

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I am from soap, from Pinesol and water.
I am from the big house with the smell of food that spreads throughout my home.
I am from the roses in my front yard.
The sunflowers whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from celebrating Christmas and Thanksgiving.
From Mom and Dad.
I'm from Luxury Cars and doing sports and from sleeping.
I'm from "Keep trying" and "Don't give up" and "from no pain no gain."
I'm from Family reunions that happen quite often.
I'm from Arizona.
I'm from football and basketball, and chicken.
I'm from family portraits, that are in my heart that will always be remembered.

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I am from TV from
Pinesol and Dawn I am
from the sand colored home
the smell of cornbread I am
from the Orange Jubilee the
Palo Verde whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I'm from spades and dominos from
Alyssa and Brianna I'm from
sports and the military and
from crabbing.

I'm from "don't let the street lights catch you and respect your elders and
from Erykah Badu I'm
from secret Santa I'm from the desert
and the south and
sweet potato pie
from soldiers and maids
old wrinkled photos hidden in the top of my closet

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I am from tv
the couch and my bed
i from the pink house
that smells like dogs
i am from the mesquite trees
the oleander tree
whose long gone limbs i remember as if they were my own
I'm from bullying each other and having family dinners after bullying each other
from Rafael and Christina
I'm from playing basketball and playing baseball and from playing sports
I'm from the desert and trees
from playing bingo
I'm from the rez and I'm native and Mexican frybread from my mom making frybread in the Smokey kitchen
where there are many magnets
on the black fridge

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I am from the dolls of my sister
From Fabuloso and bleach
I am from the dents in the walls
The cooking of rice
I am from the dead roses, the annoying roses
Whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own
I'm from game nights and day partying
From Vianney, my sister, to my mom and dad
I'm from leaving my room and locking my dad out
And the rice talking
I'm from the "No laziness" and the "No phones while eating" and "Another One Bites the Dust".
I'm from taco Tuesday
I'm from Phoenix and Mexico
Rice and Tamales
From the time my sister fell off the couch while sleeping.
Her still lying on the floor, sleeping as if nothing phased her.
A picture of Mexico travel on the dented wall.
With the other family moments.

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I am from washing machines, from blow dryers and phones.
I am from the brown shades of cement forming my house, from the smells of candles.
I am from the aloe Vera my mom takes care of.
The Sisoo tree, whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from camping and encouragement, from Max and Pauline.
I'm from spending time together and baking and being crazy.
I'm from "you can do better" and "try harder" and "go to school for yourself".
I'm from barbeques, that sadly don't happen often.
I'm from Arizona and Spanish ancestors.
I'm from Tamales and Tostadas that I always used to make at my Nana's house.
I'm from seeing ghost children at my nana's house.
I'm from family portraits on everyone's walls where ever you look.

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I am from Pinesaw, from Kosher and Boarshead.
I am from the Red Barn that smells like hay.
I am from the Golden Pothos.
The Mulberry tree whos long gone limbs I remember like my own.
I'm from Big Easters and the love of cars, from Shaw's and Guzman's.
I'm from loud noises and long showers and one man cooking.
I'm from the man up above and the ones long past and the pennies facing up.
I'm from menudo on Christmas.
I'm from state 48 and south of the boarder.
BBQ and Enchiladas.
From a young boy and his brothers stealing ice off a train.
From black and white pictures at the farm.
From photo albums preserved like a tomb.

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I am from tortillas, hot and ready
From "Awesome" and "Fabuloso"
I am from the dusty dirt in my backyard being blown into your eyes with a single gust of wind

I am from the Saguaro flower
The Blue Palo Verde, whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I'm from tamales on Christmas and crooked feet
From Meza and Salazar

I'm from overeating and procrastinating and nail biting
I'm from "bubble in your mouth" and "stop making me feel dumb" and Elmo's world
I'm from Mario Kart in the living room
I'm from Phoenix and Mexico Sinaloa and frijoles
From getting kicked by a horse and never shutting up about the story

A picture of my late Tata in my wallet, a date written on the back.