By: Ethan

I’m from sweet, juicy pumpkin pie

From glistening trophies of triumph

And Electronics Galore.

I’m from glossy quartz floors

And classy designs,

From a hard foundation 

With a deep sense of cold inside

Northern yangon shivers in the winter like walking on ice.

I’m from the red roses to blue hoses,

The Pink-ish Orchids and soft petals,

Like a Fresh Horde of colorful clusters.

I’m from crowded birthdays, every 2 years,

And exploding music that makes it even worse!

From Alex and Selina and David.

I’m from the entertainment house

And the skeptical grins.

From “Keep your pants up” 

and “Keep that mouth shut”.

I‘m from life and death,

 rebirth and endless knowledge .

I’m from the eastern side of south.

Sweet Brownies and tiny fish.

From rebellious me, 

 Two ton voices defending myself.

The annoying mouth of

my cousin.

I am from The void and space That holds others,

Imaginations galore, time torture

And currents of destiny, and the infinite