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Where Im From

I am from steak,
from Goya and Kraft.
I am from the broken stairwell leading upstairs
(cracked and shattered,
It felt like rocks)
I am from the sugar canes
the corn cobs,
whose long stalks I remember.
Im from the family gatherings and graciousness and love
from Ana and Marcelo
and Ricardo.
Im from the loud hollering and
staying up all night.

From being quiet


And speaking up.
Im from treating people fairly
no matter what they do.
Im from a rural hospital
Horses and lambs
From the broken finger,
Due to a quickly shut door.
The crossing of countries,
Under the guest bed.
I am from the country with poor slums,
and people waiting to be saved.

Gabriel
Dultra

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