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I am from a small neighborhood,

From The Sooner State, and The Freedom Country.

I am from the grassy backyard under the freezing cold rain.

Fluffy Dogs, Soccer, it tasted like egg drop soup.

I am from the blazing hot sun and soft clouds.

The quiet mornings

Whose bird songs I remember

as if they were my own.

I’m from all kinds of sushi and miso soup,

From chocolate frozen yogurt and pink cherry blossoms.

I’m from where the owl hoots and the

Freezing sparkling snow.

From soft squishy pillows and hot irons!

I’m from a place where the sound of jets echo through

With deafening thunder during rainstorms

And ten piano pieces I can play myself.

I’m from the place where people eat hamburgers and grilled cheese sandwiches,

Beef bone soup, and bao zis.

From the place where I made snowmen lost

To the heat of the sun

Used to keep me moving and PCSing.

Under my bed was a mint blue suitcase

Spilling dandelions and purple T-Shirts

A sad symbol of change

To drift beneath my dreams.

I am from those moments -

Playing with friends before I moved

Fallen from my past.