Where I'm From by Mackenna

                                    Where I'm from  I am from pull my finger And disgusting farts. A crying baby with  A waterfall of tears poring down her face. I am from a barking dog and  Claws scratching down the door to be let in Cars rushing down the road and horns honking.  My tongue going across  freezing cold chocolate ice cream. I am from my bike tires rolling extremely fast  As I make a sharp screeching turn. Mom yelling at me  To clean my room, I don't do it until the next week I am from Taylor and Emma yelling at me to go away. My sisters cell phones vibrating over and over. The stench of nail polish  As we paint our nails  The sand going through my toes When we went on our family trip to Cuba The spraying of hair spray being soaked on. I am from The nice smell body spray being sprayed all over The sound of music being turned up on the speakers The taste of a nice home made dinner