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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m from the piano in my living room, from the music and melody. I’m from the old, shabby couches, (Placed proportionally, opposite side from the TV) I’m from the mirror, the clear reflection whose face I remember staring at in the morning. I’m from the mud under the cemented ground in the yard, (Brown, lumpy filled with the elements of Earth) I am from the fruits grown in my garden, delicious when freshly picked. I’m from the swing set, run-down and tattered, yet bringing back sweet and wistful memories of the past. I’m from the neighborhood mailbox, beaten down and ragged. I’m from the local Starbucks, freshly brewed coffee. From the dental clinic my father worked hard to build. I’m from my Uncle Benajir’s love, an unconditional and spoiling love. I’m from Aunt Helena’s big mouthed personality, causing trouble and anger amongst many. I’m from the love and support from my cousins, Rahat and Tasfia, whose love has affected me greatly throughout my life. I’m from the judgmentals and the backdated, from the close minded and ignorant. I’m from the Islam is the one true religion and a Quran I have learned to read throughout my childhood. I’m from the Dates eaten during Ramadan. I’m from the fuchkas brought from Artesia, the Indian market of California. I’m from the biryanis, the cultural grain of my ethnic group, made especially for get-togethers. In my closet are family albums, filled with old pictures, an array of familiar and unfamiliar faces bringing about stories from the past. I am from those memories -- stories about my long distant cousins to my maternal grandparents -- I am from those memories.
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