Where I'm From

I am from an abandonded baby bed, and F.A.N.A.
I am from the nurses who were like family to me.
I am from the wind blowing through the terrace and the outsider.
From Grandma's bells ringing at my ear drum.

I am from a coconut and the shell barricading its sweetness.
I am from Sunday prayers and Monday's rude awakening.
From the respect to God and mother's discipline.
I am from the "slowly but surely" and the spotless furniture.
I am from the "I don't care if it hurts, just do it" and "pain don't hurt".

I am a saint and a satanic.
From the Disciples of God and a sinner.
I am from an anonymous couple and a lost boy.
I am from a steak well-done and a salad freshly served.
From the mother who wanted something she didn't get and vice versa.

I am from the devil's torch and the angel's touch.
I am from the confused and forgotten, yet to be found.
I am from those guys over there-who are you?