Where I’m From – by Gabriel
I am from my mom’s stomach. From a clinic. I’m from my room, in a baby crib. I’m from my memories, where I scream. I am from a gifted classroom – from millions of papers. I’m from meeting a puppy – the joy of getting slobber on my cheek. I’m from falling down and getting my first cut, the cries of horror. I’m from hearing fables. The giggles of being tickled. The memory of getting called “stink bug.” I’m from the blood on my tongue when I licked an icicle. The gasps of excitement when they revealed me. This is what i’m from.