Where I’m From
by Willie Perdomo
Where I’m from, it’s the late night scratch of rats’ feet that explains what my mother means when she says slowly, “Bueno, mijo, eso es la vida del pobre.” (Well, son, that is the life of the poor). / Where I’m from, it’s sweet like my grandmother reciting a quick prayer over a pot of hot rice and beans. Where I’m from, it’s pretty like my niece stopping me in the middle of the street and telling me to notice all of the stars in the sky.
From this poem I can infer that the little boy and his family are latin. The poet is feeling worried because, his mother told him that 'that is the life of the poor". The theme about this poem is that a little boy is probaly going thew some hard times. I some how can connect with this poem because I also am latin.
