Where I’m From


I am from the Mexico
From mom and dad
I am from the pueblo from
(The little houses, mountains it tasted like dirt)
I am from the mountains
The fresh air
Who’s the flowers I remember
As if it was me

I am from the beautiful sun
From the sunset and clouds
I am from the houses and the music
I am from music with feelings and rhythm

I am from the food and taste
The taste I could not forget
From the beautiful smell of hot cocoa
That I could smell as soon as woke up

I am from my Mexico
That I would never change For anything