I am from technology,

from Apple and Android

I am from the house that took three years to build

(crazy, loving, sounded like chaos.)

I am from the dandelions in the grass

the sunflower

whose stem grew to be taller than me in prek3

I am from the annual Olive Garden runs

and double-jointed limbs

from Shanan and Kevin and Hayden

I am from barbeque sundays

and Krispy Kreme mornings

from wear your seatbelt and do not eat the sunflower seed shells

I am from the Lord is our shepherd

nothing shall we want

I am from New Orleans history

parma rosa and crawfish tails

From the time my sister mistook spicy korean sauce for mustard

the brutal honesty of my mother

In my closet was a photo album,

the memorable photos covered in a thick layer of dust

not to be opened for another five years

I am from the Porter household

that accepts my humor, talent, and love