I'm from Poem
I’m From Poem 9/9/11
I’m from the dark and lonely
Streets in the ghetto
Graffiti covered
Neighborhood of people not to talk to,
From the house of the living
Leaky roofs, and the flooded ground
To the waft of incents
That single orange tree
Emanating its soft aroma
I am from the comfort of a stuffed dog
Dark clothing swaddles me
As sweet mango and coconut cover the pain,
I am from my mama and my abuelita
From the nenes and nenas that know me
Thanksgiving in which we first met
Or the birthdays we all celebrate
I am from the yell of ‘Be quiet’
‘Don’t make me get your mother’
but ‘I love you’
I am from ‘Remember your past’
‘Go get a job, don’t embarrass yourself’
From rice and beans to chicken and greens
From sing it loud to dancing in the streets
I am from the drawing on the table,
The girl in the photo
The singer on the stage, but the quiet poet in the corner
I am from ME
I’m from the dark and lonely
Streets in the ghetto
Graffiti covered
Neighborhood of people not to talk to,
From the house of the living
Leaky roofs, and the flooded ground
To the waft of incents
That single orange tree
Emanating its soft aroma
I am from the comfort of a stuffed dog
Dark clothing swaddles me
As sweet mango and coconut cover the pain,
I am from my mama and my abuelita
From the nenes and nenas that know me
Thanksgiving in which we first met
Or the birthdays we all celebrate
I am from the yell of ‘Be quiet’
‘Don’t make me get your mother’
but ‘I love you’
I am from ‘Remember your past’
‘Go get a job, don’t embarrass yourself’
From rice and beans to chicken and greens
From sing it loud to dancing in the streets
I am from the drawing on the table,
The girl in the photo
The singer on the stage, but the quiet poet in the corner
I am from ME
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