I am from the streets of
I am from the roof of my grandparents’ house
Painted all green, wide, the bright red color of the dried chili peppers.
I am from tall climbable trees,
Brown, insect-full and the smell of the rotten barks
I am from the bowls of traditional Korean seaweed soups,
Served on every birthdays and cooked from my mom and grandma with their expert cooking skills
I am from the bird decorations our family buys every time,
Cranes, chickens, owls, parrots and ostriches
Which are found flying all over my house
I am from my dad’s sayings about
“Life is unfair,” and
“Being taller than me doesn’t make you boss,”
I am a pure Korean from
The spicy cooked fish meals that make you sweat and
The warm chicken soup that keeps you warmed even in winter times
I am from the suburbs of
Where my mom grew up as a child
The seashore of Incheon
Where my dad hanged out with his friends and caught fishes to be cooked at his house
I am from seven different places,
The Skytower of
The Sombreros from
But deep in my heart,
Only one nation.
I am from those moments,
My life is like a budding tree
Vulnerable at first
But stronger as I grow
With the experiences becoming the roots of the tree