Where I'm From:
by Hamza Mounir
Where I'm from I can see Stanford students working hard to achieve their diplomas
I see other students partying because they passed their exams
Like a four-year-old child on Christmas day
Where I'm from I feel the sentiment of purity
While filtering white sand through my fingers
Clearing all my feelings of revenge or hatred
I can feel the sun beating down on tourists, citizens and families
As merciless as a weight
Crushing an amateur body-builder
Where I'm from I can smell
The overheated gravel road of Highway 101
Weakening every second under the smoldering sun
I can smell the sweet perfume of the eternal life source of coffee
Drifting away from cafes which are never at ease
Where I'm from I can hear the fluttering of the turquoise waves of Carmel
I can hear sweet taffy being munched energetically by little kids next to the bay
I can hear the distant roaring of pricey, luxurious cars
Roaming the streets and acting superior
Where I'm from I taste the fish and chips giving a treat to my mouth
Like a mother praising her child
I can taste the fresh lemonade being served at Pizza Antica
And the candy - considered the best in the world - melting in my mouth
Where I'm from is San Jose, California.
by Hamza Mounir
Where I'm from I can see Stanford students working hard to achieve their diplomas
I see other students partying because they passed their exams
Like a four-year-old child on Christmas day
Where I'm from I feel the sentiment of purity
While filtering white sand through my fingers
Clearing all my feelings of revenge or hatred
I can feel the sun beating down on tourists, citizens and families
As merciless as a weight
Crushing an amateur body-builder
Where I'm from I can smell
The overheated gravel road of Highway 101
Weakening every second under the smoldering sun
I can smell the sweet perfume of the eternal life source of coffee
Drifting away from cafes which are never at ease
Where I'm from I can hear the fluttering of the turquoise waves of Carmel
I can hear sweet taffy being munched energetically by little kids next to the bay
I can hear the distant roaring of pricey, luxurious cars
Roaming the streets and acting superior
Where I'm from I taste the fish and chips giving a treat to my mouth
Like a mother praising her child
I can taste the fresh lemonade being served at Pizza Antica
And the candy - considered the best in the world - melting in my mouth
Where I'm from is San Jose, California.
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