I am from opposition

From foreignity and experience

From royalty and poverty

(a mix of cultures I made my own)

I am from the pounding drums and bare feet

that stay in rhythm with my own heartbeat

I am from boxing and piano

From Withrow and Weijenberg

I am from the fighting and the crying

From "worthless" and "intellectual"

I am from multi linguistics and plane tickets

that change life directions in an instant

I am from illiteracy and education

From coffee and cassava

From locked doors and open nature

with mango and palm tree adventures

I am from the home and world I lost

to the family I have gained

Hidden in my words and under my bed

A cluster of memories and testament

I am from the fire- forged and grounded

from diversity and conquering