Where I'm From
Don't breathe under water and keep moving your limbs."
I am from the chlorine in the pool,
the eye-burns and the raisin-fingers.
I am from the playground sand,
from the chases and the swinging from bar to bar.
Then the ringing of the bell.
I'm from the red fonts on my paper:
clean, clear, and judging.
I am from the late nights and early mornings,
the tick-tocks and half-open eyes
seeing the world differently after every alarm.
I am from the anthem of the traffic,
the uncomfortable seats
and screams of second-graders.
I am from a city that never sleeps.
Street lights as blinding as day
and towers that touch the white-hot sun.
Passersby, onlookers, friends, and family.
And there's me,
a drop of water from
the Pearl river gleaming beside.