I Am From
By Brisa Lares
I am from grass
From sports and food
I am from the hot, small desert
I am from the old oak tree
The old oak tree whose long gone
limbs I remember as if they were my
I am from laughing and hanging out
from my parents and uncles.
I’m from talking and laughing
and from having fun.
I am from “si no te portas bien, ese
señor te va a llevar” and “Recoje tu
and “cowgirls don’t cry”
I’m from celebrating
I’m from New Mexico and Zacatecas,
From tacos and tortas.
From the time we went to Mazatlan,
Sinaloa and got burned by an eel,
when we rode a huge banana on the
The picture of my 3rd birthday dressed
As a charra located almost everywhere
Around the house.