What are you?

Origins: where are you from?
I'm from the 'burbs, from the Area, from a small town in beauty you've never seen.
Doesn't that say so much? Cause, dear, I just met you, I need to know how and where you were forged. Where is the Earth missing it's your minimal mass, and darlin' make it fast. Cause I've got another lined up and I've got to make some decisions tonight. Where are you from? Where do you hail from? And what does that make you? Are you fertile from the plains? Healthy and thin as air in the Rockies? Hot and sultry from the South? Cold and forgiving from New England? Or are you from a place of surf and palms and silver mirrors that encompass aspirations.

Ethnicity: And who were your parents? Who brought you here before me: breathing this air and a part of this age? What are the fractions of your blood? How'd you get that smile, that sorrow, those breast, that intellect? Stand before me and peel your layers and tell me finely examine each one. Cause I've got to make some decisions tonight. In this city we've got the time, but don't waste mine.

Conclusion: If I like, I'll stay. But, there is more where you came from and plenty more of those layers are duplicated in her and her and her and I don't understand combinations. How do people come together with blood and soil to combine in a uncountable unimpeachable unrepeatable combinations? That doesn't happen... You are replaceable.