Friday, January 14, 2022

2. Kaiyue L. I Am From

 I am From Poem


I am from Thomas the Tank Engine,

from Bob Ross and Drake and Josh.

I am from Black Forest cakes,

From sour plums and green grapes.


I am from scribbles,

from markers and coloring books.

I am from bruised knees and blood nose

on a Friday afternoon.

I am from gentle cigarette smoke,

and the scent of soil after a night of rain-

with jazz music playing in the background.

I am from these moments where my grandpa tells me stories about his childhood.


I am from ambulance sirens and funny socks,

From empty rooms and sleepless nights.

I am from imperfections,

born a sunken face and curves in all the wrong places.

I am from “you could do better” and “that was not enough”.

I am from forgotten plans and missed appointments, 

and pointless expectations.


I am from the Outliers, 

from the Trouble With Geniuses.

I am from Alice in Wonderland,

living a life of arbitrary shrinking and growing.

I am from the justice of Atticus Finch, the maturity of Scout, 

and the misunderstood Boo Radley.


I am from bottled feelings,

From sealed lips and broken hearts.

I am from these moments,

constantly shifting and twisting.

 

Word count: 210








1 comment:

  1. The sensory imagery in here is great. Your emotions really shine through, and your words definitely evoke some sense of struggle. It seems you have gone through a lot. Also, your poem indicates that you like art, and I just want to say that I love art too! Anyway, this poem was an interesting read, nice job!

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