Where I Am From $OH[ &DED ¶
Where I am from, there are no stoplights But there are mountains and women who Assume I am a boy because my ears don’t sparkle Where I am from it is as hot as death At noon and as cold as dying at night But man, the tamales Where I am from the people are so kind Maybe as compensation for how violent their church sermons become Where I am from I have to say zee instead of zed And there are castles whose names I can still pronounce but could never spell Where I am from the land feels so kind But I do no trust the people that grow from it Where I am from it is devastatingly green With giant plants the world doesn’t need Where I am from time doesn’t feel quite right Where I am from they say I am not quite right Eventually, maybe, I will stop wondering Where I am from
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