Where l am from poem

I am from the small of the crispy duck                                                           

I am from the smell of pollution

  I am from the sound of wake up, wake up, wake up                    

I am forming my parents

I am from the lady who can be as happy as a little kid or also as mad as a tiger

I form the man can be so generous that he can give anything to

me and my sister

I am from a place is as big as you can’t even imagine

I am from a huge family

  I am from mountains of stuff animals

I am from the small of my Ayi’s chicken soup