Thursday, September 18, 2014


Where I am from


People think I am from Brooklyn,

But no,

I am from my house my room my family.

I am from the fan blowing the cold breeze on my skin while sleeping.

From the dish washer that my mom would but on every night,

Where water would skim on the plates and splash in a cup.

From the loud snoring of my little brother during long night's.

I do live in Brooklyn,

But I don't come from Brooklyn.

I am from my house my room my family.

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3 comments:

  1. Hugo MillerSeptember 18, 2014 at 2:10 PM

    hope u like my poem

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 24, 2014 at 1:47 PM

    I like how you create this idea that we get to choose where we're from. Like the Google Maps of our hearts and minds. Where we are from becomes really personal, not just an answer to a question.

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  3. UnknownSeptember 24, 2014 at 6:03 PM

    I like the way you made the poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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