I am from the Windy City, the city you call second but I call first

I am from nightly cruises taking Lake Shore Drive  

passing 65 mile per hour flashing lights 

I am from the place where culture blossoms like flowers and colors parade through the streets

I am from a structured brick facad hiding love, warmth and care  

I am from fiery red rampant fires from the east calmed by the blue showers of the west 

I am from him and her 

where he got his charecter and I my name 

I am from the book you find solace in but I only find questions 

I am from the fresh earthy green touching your nose reminding you about the spice of life 

I am from refried beans and rice all enveloped by the warm toasted love of a toritilla 

I am from the tiny purple sparlky bottle painting memories on my fingers reminding me of the places I'd rather be

I am from laughing at these memories so hard all there is left to say is " your killing me smalls"