I am from here and there and a few places you’d never want to visit.
I am from loud voices en Español talking over each other and broken English spoken to make the non-Spanish speaker feel comfortable.
I am from food so delicious you’ll keep eating even when you are full.
I am from laughter that makes your throw your head back with abandon.
I am from love that will always find someone to love.
I am from pain that won’t go away, but pleasure that makes me forget.
I am from anger that fights for what is right.
I am from people who say, “But you don’t look Mexican.”
I am from meztizos that know Mexicans can look like me.
I am from abundant creativity.
I am from stages painted black hours before a performance and costumes held together with safety pins.
I am from wonderful friends and their generosity.
I am from books that helped me escape when I was a child and formed me as an adult.
I am from choices I’ve made that have led to my beautiful family.
Where are you from?
I pinched this idea from Absence of Alternatives, who pinched it from someone else, who pinched it from someone else. Feel free to do the same.