Where I'm From Poem for English

It's hard to say
Exactly where I come from
I've always wondered
Never come to a conclusion
But always have ideas

Am I from the pick?
Or the strings?
The case, maybe?
Yes, the case
Carrying the necessities
To put on a show
A portable getaway
When it's just for me

Am I from the rice?
Or the plates?
The cupboard, maybe?
Oh, my cupboard!
An abundance of treasures
Be it candy or toys
Stashed up high
And it's just for me

Am I from the strange looks?
Or the regret deep in their eyes?
The sacred promise I made?
That tempted commitment
To my future beloved
He's doing the same I pray
And our first kiss
He saved just for me

With my hands to the sky
And my knees to the earth
Father, you love me
You think I'm beautiful
How come?
I don't deserve it
But you died anyway
You died just for me

Wherever I'm from
I know I don't belong here
My place comes later
Once my work is done here

Good and faithful servant,
This is where you are from.