I come from pots &&pans in different sizes
Name brands that are impossible to recognize
Stickers of labels printed with no letters but with strokes.
Loose change, socks, you'll find everywhere
Pillows soaked with enough cried tears
Take a guess at where I'm from
I come from my personal kitchen across the street named Dunkin Donuts
Children fill the playground &&teenagers dominate the parking lot
A family that speaks broken English
You'll find buns &&baos but no danish
Spices &&sauces, fresh fruits, green vegetable
You'll never find lasagna on my table
They'll be meats satayed in sauce &&everything that is nice
Whatever the case, you can never forget the rice.
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