I am from a sunny beach and broken hopes
From the soft sand and roaring waves
I am from the Golden Bridge and busy traffic
The burning sun, loud cars, smell of gasoline and salt water
I am from the “quilt beach” with soft sand, big waves and hot sun
I am from pozole and too many siblings from Peeky and Juno
I’m from court houses and jail cells
From doing whatever you have to, then making time to visit my brother
From praise God but missing church
From West Hayward where the sun lives thirty minutes on the bus
Cooking as a family to eating alone
Collect calls and sirens crowding the block
The anger in her eyes hiding fear
Wishing for a happy photo but none were
Over genuine broken hearts and bail
Will forever be on our minds