I am From
I am from the city of Vacaville, California
A place where all the fun happened in the streets
Simply, I am from the late night sandlot like fun with friends
Whose names have been lost in memory
But faces I will never forget
I am from the call “Gigi, time to come home”
That could be heard from a mile away
I am from the walk that gradually turned into a run
Because I feared the blackness we called night
I am from the smell of beans and rice
That welcomed home every soul that walked through the door
I am from late night conversations with mom
That I never understood
Complexly, I am from dad coming home after my day had ended
Tickled until I couldn’t breathe
I am from brother annoying me daily
Which led my feelings to sadness
I am from my sisters small words of wisdom
That I always followed
Deeper than that I am from the things I’ll never know
I am from behind the wall
The wall that separates me and my people
I am from people I would never recognize
But they could me
I am from hopes and dreams that could finally come true
Through me
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Hey, Grace! It's really interesting to learn about other people's lives, and how they compare to your own. I can actually relate to a lot of what you wrote. From the smell of your home to the late night conversations with your mom, I find parts of my life in yours. Through your poem, I notice that everyone's life is a similar in some aspects. Thanks for the great post!
ReplyDeleteIt's really cool hearing other peoples stories and yours is no exception. The imagery you used was really cool, I can definitely relate to some lines as well. Everyones lives are different i feel like i'm just reading everyone's origin story and it is pretty cool
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