Where I'm From Poem

I'm from a house full of value
From mangoes on trees
And bees that fly by you
I'm from a village of hardworkers and busy bees.
I'm from the elbow grease
And from the sticky cheese.

I'm from the preachers
And strict teachers.
Waking up at 6am was a must
And everybody ate the pie crust
I'm from the father, the son, and the holy spirit.

I'm from the hard-heads and know-it-alls.
From a family where everyone played spme type of ball
From the beatings I used to get
And from the parents that used to bet.
I'm from brotherly love
And from very, very tough love.

The sunrise would always turn to sunsets.
Then it was time for some rest.
Always been a hard worker
Having to always do my best
From when my dad was a bottle corker
I knew I had to be the best.